Grift

The jive, the lie, the secret hollows,
the craft, the guilt, the crowd that follows;
charisma, unchained, soon flies
with confidence, virtue, and loftier lies.

Ask not what lurks beneath the surface
of placid lakes without disturbance,
for dwells within the murky reaches
a slimy snaking swell of leeches

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