The Scammer
Deception in the form of lies
Untruths unknown to no bound
Deciet that becomes concrete
A snare meant to trap its prey
Unknowingly, unsuspected get caught
The wise and cunning
Will see thru what is presented
In the web some will get caught
Others will not
If it is a scam you find
Scanners like to play with your mind
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2007
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