For one Nine

A poem about misplaced determination which inevitably led to falsehood and fraud.

For one Nine

The familiar tale of one man

Who raved and raved on

because he wanted the digits turned 

I said we couldn't work out

And that you could never meet up

But a bold statement was rock hard

And an ego from Ten grew up

He comes macho man ready

To make it work between us

Here come the man daring

To take this walk to release us 

I can. I will. Trust me, he said

But he never did or ever does

Never has, never will cross

Psychical? No. Soothsayer? Not likely

Prove me if I be wrong

You liar of a man. You lie

You lied when you lied.

It's a lie each and every time

Because you needed just one Nine.

You lied to make me feel

Lied to make me cling

To this hope that was not real

And the Nine you needed in digits

Nine digits for a biliion

No limits with my Bullion

You determined to make this cut

And that, at any cost

Ten was the score as you said

Ten, you told me since age Ten

Now you're bent on that Nine

Nine all along as you lie all along.

I'll make the dial for you

And be glad to tell on you

To end this mockery on my mind

As I watch you end up behind bars

For one Nine

You've struggled all your life

To gain; to pay; to play

Every one for your selfish gain.

But you only needed one

Just one approval

One snippet per time

To reach that one Nine

For one Nine

You embraced the curse for your pursuit

And now you're on the run from lawsuits

Because for one Nine you became 419

(the Trickster)

Author's Note

Please, I invite you to critically look me up for errors in grammar and/or any communications error. Honest reviews and encouragement will go a long way