Don’t ya’ hate it when people aren’t who they say they are?
(Originally published here, where I was “Poet of the Week,” might I add.)
In another life he was John Rockefeller.
And raided trains with
You first met him at a
“Clue” board game-themed party;
He was Professor Plum.
That night he told you
He graduated Yale at 14,
And began renegotiating the debt
Of small European countries
Later that summer.
If it weren’t for his claim
To be the inspiration for Don Juan,
You knew him to be Casanova.
But you learned he was a liar,
Deftly painting portraits of impossibility,
At what he did.