The end game dream of every grifter
is to lay on a Florida beach with his snifter.
To rescue a rich widow from the ever present waves
could be a drifter’s dream amongst the beneficial saves.
Of course there’s easy access to some great Cuban cigars.
It’s simple to make friends with suckers in the sandside bars.
Just check for designer shirts and jewelry made of gold.
It’s easy to get bold after a few drinks with the old.
Bent people with big savings are like fish in hotel pools.
They’ve spent their lives accumulating, never played for fools.
A con man with the expertise of a Las Vegas vet
can pull a scam then take a lam and not even get wet.
You’ve got two coasts, a grifter boasts, filled with retirees.
You can smell the money wafting in the warm sea breeze.
To grifters, rich old people are retirement insurance.
They have no strength of mind. It’s easy to break down endurance.
And, once you’ve done the east coast, from Daytona to Key West.
It’s Naples up to Pensacola, after a brief rest.
When a con accumulates enough Sunshine State glitter,
he’ll just fly west, proud of his quest, leaving the old folks bitter.