Check Mate (Poetry)

You're such a smoothie - super-glib of tongue -
you charm the birds from their exclusive trees
pretending you're a toff - a real Don Juan -
they end up begging, desperate, on their knees.

You're such a liar and a shameless fraud -
you didn't go to Oxford and your pop
was never in the diplomatic corps -
you've got some nerve but don't know when to stop.

You're such a cad - no feelings, no remorse
for hearts that you've left broken in your wake,
the price of pleasure par for your brief course -
most everything you offered me was fake.

You're such a fool to think that no one would
run a check to find where you were spawned,
my simple motive's clearly understood -
there's no detective like a woman scorned.

Never kid a kidder - it's not wise -
for now the trouncer's trounced, the biter bit,
you thought you conned me with your bedroom eyes
but my kisses - like the cash - were counterfeit.