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Mister Money Bags No More

Mister money bags no more Ah..., how I idolize the days of yore before June twentieth, and twenty first two thousand twenty three when utter senselessness wore, a trail of woe brutally ravaging and savaging mine psyche, yours truly attests gullibility tore and rent asunder leaving cumulative finances decimated, pulverized, and frankly zapped rendering me poor as a Unitarian church mouse named Kishore dirty deed done dirt cheap extempore courtesy yours oblivious to "red flags." I still bitterly lament how the computer/scammer who called himself "Harvey Specter" exhibited exceptional faux zeal and blame myself, whereby figurative cog and wheel within sixty plus shades housing mine gray matter did not properly turn ordinarily (when perspicacity, sensitivity, and acuity optimally function) setting off an ear splitting squeal loud enough to rouse a sleeping Leviathan when upon awakening would bellow now cue the giant from Jack and the beanstalk Fee-fi-fo-fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman: Be he alive, or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread. Nevertheless significant loss viz medium of exchange (enriching the coffers of another - particularly him that scoundrel née fraudster foisting financial fiasco frazzling father most definitely nonideal modus operandi I envisioned, hence the gofundme page (ofttimes sited with gentility, honesty, integrity... when crafting previous poems), yet passage of time did not heal severe financial hemorrhage, keeping checking and savings accounts analogously under critical care (think intensive care), whereby heroic measures undertaken wads of cold cash linkedin to many intravenous tubes but ideally capitol offense aired once again toward remuneration imposed upon ganef who bled me dry courtesy convincingly, glibly, liberally... sweet talking his way, and I swallowed hook, line and sinker (fabrication that Citizens bank employees scheming to siphon investments) yielded zilch (the big goose egg), absolute zero positive result, i.e. even partial remittance of lost monies, when yours truly did make an appeal.

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