Dudley D Quince and the Book Making Gin (Poem)
Dudley D Quince sat in his chair by a tree
Pondering what type of work for him there could be
“Work is no fun Max,” to his dog he said, “not at all!”
Still he knew not to which type of work was his call
Then he smiled when an ideal came to him on a whim
I know Max, I think I’ll create a book making gin
“I can print people’s books for them with my gin
And they’ll pay lots of money,” he said with a grin.
So he made him a website and made it quite well
Of the books he could print and design it did tell
He spent many hours with his book making gin
And he created great lies to suck people in
I’ll tell them they’re great and make them feel good
Their books I can publish or at least tell them I could
I’ll make them believe I’m a man who loves God
They’re so tripe they’ll never believe I’m a fraud
My company’s name will have religious intent
I’ll use others money and never pay back a cent
Max shook his head at his master’s great hoax
How could he devise such a scam on good folks?
But a scam his did make and made it quite well
With his quick silver tongue his lies he did sell.
He talked people in to sending what ever they could
And assured them to cover the printing it would.
His lies grew much deeper and deeper in time
And soon doubt would grow in the customers’ minds
When they questioned his lies he went off in a rage
And told them of their books he’d shred every page
He threatened of slander and his lawyers he’d call
But, that too was a lie for he had none at all
Then to gain him some time he told some sad lies
Telling everyone his wife and his daughter had died
“Please give me some time so I can for them grieve”
They thought that, that too was just said to deceive
But to his wife they were friendly so to her next of kin
they offered condolences and in e-mails did send
Dudley went into rage, threatened to take all they had
But since no lawyer he had it made him look sad
They saved all the messages to help set his demise
And wrote hubs about him and all of his lies
So he closed down his gin though it made not one book
And he kept all the money, every cent that he took
Then he changed his name and his company’s too
But the people he cheated, they still saw straight through
He could change his name and his emails it’s true
But his IP address he could not change, they knew
Upon him they looked with sad thoughts and contempt
Since still their books would be published, forward they went
A moral to this? There is one to be found
It’s one to be harkened and one that’s quite sound
If a company has Christian or Cross in its name
Don’t blindly accept them as believing the same.
God works building companies and men up on deeds
Not from hype and pomp and words set to deceive
As for his dog max, soon he too wandered off,
For he knew whom to trust and whom he should not
So he left Dudley sitting alone there by the tree
And found a new family, and his new name, Barkley.
With a strong sense of trust and warm honesty,
A home filled with love and no need to deceive
Of the sad little man and his book making gin
The people he hurt will not trust him again
And warn others who might into his presence fall
He’s not to be trusted, not trusted at all
One day he will stand before his ultimate judge
The wages of sins against man God won’t budge
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Title :: Dudley D Quince and The Book Making Gin
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