They swagger collectively as carp in the current
with arrogance emanating a foul deterrent.
That not one dare break the facade's coalition,
fearing exposure of a pellucid juxtaposition.
Rum river currents from posh uptown taverns
flow from royalty's castles to vagrant's caverns.
The scent of fool's gold draws from their dens
a motley crew hungry with malicious pretends.
Preening in sewage of stained teeth and finger
under bridges ignored as shadows that linger.
No worry they are to the sozzled that splurge
'till they stumble from Inns wailing a dirge.
Down cobbled lanes the performance is staged
as vultures conform to the mark being gauged;
to swindle deep pockets while appearing alike
so victims are comforted as naive to the strike.
The skill is the illusion and the craft is deceit;
shining buttons to glitter so proper they greet.
Shoes at a glance appear of shimmering wealth
while soles worn through in part of the stealth.
Such artists they were of caliber small stage,
reacting in diligence from well scripted page.
Survival replicated from a wise doer's hands
as artful greeters slipped gold wedding bands.
The pilfered trinkets were collected to pawn
while jewelry traded in the shadows at dawn.
The plunder portioned to each ragged shanty
and procurements of craft to sure up the ante.
Strolling the Square all observing night's eve;
each despicable arm wore a fine tailored sleeve.
The drunkard's money belt no challenge at that,
... for so wily the employed Artificial Aristocrat.
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Author Notes
"The wager stands for the daring hands that remove the royal ring of our countries fattened King" The Artificial Aristocrat.
This piece was delivered to me in the usual way, I saw it unfolding via thought visions, drawing the three dimensional atmosphere that provided this little sort of movie. Those that have chosen, in darker times past, to obtain essentials of survival by less than honest efforts, offer a story, a perspective that should allow readers to walk briefly in the shoes of one that does such things...to see from the perspective of a practiced group of thieves that acclimate as unseen, appearing as upper crust when in fact they are living in the sludge soaked areas of life.
***A grand thanks to "Mr Jones" for the perfect picture.
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