You’re a charlatan
a sham fraud fake imposter
a flim-flam man in a Ford
a peddler in false hope
your lies suspended in snake oil
to make them slide down easier
“Come one! Come all!
I’ve got just what you need”
you shout
hawking your elixir to unsuspecting women
promising results
but never delivering
Take your spiel
and your wares elsewhere
as I have no patience for a shyster
whose life is already promised to another
parading panaceas
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
Amen !
I wish I could trust a man again, but not sure if that will ever happen. Lol
So many of the really suck…I mean that in a bad way.
I figure there have to be decent, honest ones out there, but I can’t seem to find them.
Oh, I hear that! And I know these charlatans are still busy, busy, busy… I have been learning though, that it’s not the men we have to trust. I shut off my instincts for the ‘rewards’ for awhile. Never again, though.
Yes, I have to learn to trust myself, especially when my gut is talking, and also not to fall into the niceties, because that’s how I get lured in.