I’m a scoundrel
Do you have a moment?
You look very familiar, do I know you?”
The stranger patted on my back while saying this.
With a squinted eye I looked at him.
His eerie face halted my transaction. Special transaction.
I smelled money in his query.
A rogue’s nostrils are nimbler than dog’s.
In our shady trade boastful introduction earns the trust
of the naïve and the knave. I gave him a list of government offices
that I strode pompously with 99.99% success rate.
After swallowing my best-selling autobiography, impatiently he asked
“Who are you?”
Promptly I replied, “I’m a scoundrel. Thanks. And you?”
21 February 2020