Everyone laughs at me, they call me the Con Artist... Oh I wonder how much of a Con Artist am I? I swave my hips along to the side of the blue metro seats. Glaring at the bus driver with dazed eyes, I giggle and comment, "
Do I know you?" it gets them all the time. I'm smart ;) I put my fair back into my pocket and start to talk about life and what it haves to offer.
They like it, I then talk and stand wishing them a happy day. I wouldn't say I'm a Con Artist, I would say I'm a homeless person trying to survive!
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