Ever since he learned he’d find joy
in griftin’, he ain’t stalled…
stolen dough, purses lightened…
mercenary muse called.
On he goes, although he knows
he runs the risk of getting mauled,
he wrests bucks and diamonds
in an unseen ripoff.

Not unmanned by statues.
After all what do they mean?
Really’s pretty bumptious,
pretends he ain’t mean.
His plays come to fruition,
his victims flounder conned.
He wrests bucks and diamonds
in an unseen ripoff.

He’s a filch-lots grifter…
leaves lots of people miffed.
This grift-lots wizard’s
got such a supple grift.

Part of the way he does it is a show.
Fakes folks that he’s good.

Bathing in infractions,
he does what he does so well.
Pulls of money retractions…
refined game o’ shells.
Ready, he won’t delay,
to fill up his trough.
He wrests bucks and diamonds
in an unseen ripoff.

He thought never
would he fail in his thing.
But he was vanquished…
a clever ripoff sting.

He had planned to steal a sable…
farfetched fur-filch quest.
An informant led him on;
next there was an arrest.
HE’d been played and then got fingered…
dressed in convict cloth.
He gets from five to ten,
thanks to unseen tipoff.