Homeless man
on the street.
Hair is ratted.
Clothes are dirty.
He looks fifty.
A shower,
a shave...
He might be thirty.
He appears to be poor.
One day,
soon night,
he could go home.
Con is his name.
Man is his last.
Tricks are his game.
That is his fame.
Disturbing the minds
of people in cars.
They'll see him later
inside the bar.
Dressed in his suit
with his wife standing near.
People haven't caught on,
yet they will, he still fears.
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