Con Troll

Frustration ekes me
when cons troll the
serves that I would
rather ace; my spade
is dull at rest and 
sharp to trick 
play.

Ah, but the gamble,
not the war nor the 
mono polo marco rollo;
implied destiny manager
sips manger mule milk
without re-guard for
my vulnerable teptic 
fate.

No, I may not get
what want wants
as this wretched indi
vidi ation spells
mistaken power swill.

Alter
natively,
options are haptic
vibbers, prepared
to tell what they 
mussed in the hares
that they raised
from young wide I's
to old stark nakeds.