Was I so trusting when I signed my name?
With only a modicum of carefulness,
I would have been up to his game.
Instead I imagined that we were good friends,
Based on a relationship that was fifteen minutes old,
In a setting where he was my cab driver,
And to him I was richer than I was a bro.
When I realized his ruse and instinctively ran after him,
I never imagined I'd find myself in his lair,
Imagining that I'd get my money back,
And instead being stalled 'til I could almost not bare.
But it's alright,
Even if that wasn't spit that he spewed on me.
The whole point was standing until I could stand no more.
It wasn't really about the money.
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