He looked untrustworthy to begin with
Beady eyes and a beak of a nose
His thin lips parting to whisper
Into the ears of the giant
Who shouldered his weight with ease
And the odd pair lumbered toward me
The smile plastered on his face
So obviously fake, and honestly
Unnerving, as his large friend leaned over
And placed him face to face with me
"I've a proposition for you
Friend."
His breath smelt of rotten meat
And three teeth hung precariously
From tobacco-stained gums
As he hissed
"How'd you like to spin straw into gold?"
And I smiled politely
And spun on my heel
Turned back at the door and
Just loud enough to draw the ire
Of the other guests, I told him
"I'm sorry, Mr. Congressman
But I've heard this story before."
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