Pulchritudinous virtual crime pulled off without a cocked hitch

Pulchritudinous virtual crime pulled off without a cocked hitch delivered me back in the dark shadows and the underbelly of the web, where impossible mission to differentiate the outer limits cast by edge of night essentially rendering a twilight zone where obscured criminal activity clear as day in retrospect, versus earlier this month when yours truly gung ho obediently got a crash course in cryptocurrency and electronic bondage blindsided to the Potemkin Village, who never heeded the red flags now forced me to revisit nightmare scenario of pennilessness, whereby an absentee vote of no confidence in self awareness guaranteed enthrallment back to burglarious, nefarious, usurious loan sharks ever since the latter part of June 2023, when pseudonymous Harvey Specter indelibly etched monetary fiasco now marking the second anniversary of debacle present racket instigated courtesy Donald Koons, who steered gullible guy into a worse fate than death. Utter brainless nincompoop in this poem heretofore addressing I wanna be forever free and clear from mortal anguish, and need more than a blessing - I need a miracle worker or billionaire philanthropist after confessing behavior of naïveté causing depressing wretched state of mind self incriminating admission expressing emptying out checking and savings accounts not by my choosing but the deviltry of Robin hood and his merry band of outlaws which include Little John, Friar Tuck, Will Scarlet, and Much the Miller's Son. The importance of money or lack thereof smarts, especially when series of unfortunate events even Lemony Snicket, would be flabbergasted at such blatant and flagrant stupidity exhibited courtesy yours truly. Herr dummkopf did not function with one iota of his brain case in point entire financial cushion he did drain late June two thousand and twenty three, where anonymous, barbarous, egregious, ferocious, iniquitous jerks re: cyber crooks enriched their coffers in previous poems I did explain, how yours truly got sucker punched to surrender substantial capital subsequently severe depression washed over me like floodplain after a major hurricane, thus another shout out, though I feel quite insane to drum up buffer (in) zone excedrin also sought to bring temporary relief far fetched likelihood in dough main despite moon shot to witness philanthropic boost, I keep praying Meg Found will pull thru and ordain analogous to pinwheeling plane (disaster from fraudster frazzled father) one ordinarily perspicacious primate who two years later still experiences financially hardship that doth strain and punctuated psyche with moon efficient crater whose sense of orientation analogous to a spinning weathervane.