Swindlers
I had been scammed, a woman on Facebook
Asked me for friendship
Told me of a website that could help
Tried, a picture of a well-suited man looking suave
Asked me for 500 euros, before I asked
What he could do for me
Why should I give you 500 euros?
It is my charge to help you recoup your loss
What loss?
I just know, he said
Is it no longer possible to trust any firm operating
On the internet
This demand for money before proving anything
Hoping for the best, is not a solution
Every day I was getting scammed
‘til I found the sign
~ Hey, scammers, here I am
Written on March 3, 2025
By Gail Debole
A man, an expert of scam,
Possessed “gifts” birthed from his clan.
With an IQ higher than most,
Lived on funds scammed from his hosts.
He possessed a charm most moms would like.
He was likeable from the age of tyke.
Yet as he grew his life went awry
To create victims with financial cries.
For after draining each victim’s wealth
He moved on using online stealth.
The agent who caught him was stressed
By his fast-thinking and charming zest.
“Why did this man’s life go awry.
With his IQ, why wouldn’t he try
To use his smarts for the sake of this earth?”
Instead, he misused the “gifts” given at birth.
With all the blessings he seemed to possess
He lacked one that upended the rest -
A solid moral compass. He could not see
Past his ego and overpowering greed.
I scry through time with a crystal sphere
Asking of it my future, both far and near
Yet, the images I see were dismally unclear
(It should go without saying that I am not a seer)
I saw a black dog and it's rather cute
It doesn't bark though, perhaps it's mute?
Its silky coat shines like freshly ironed suit
Is it time to do the laundry? I do not compute
Then I saw an owl flying over my house
That's great! I hope it'd prey on the mouse
Who invaded my dresser and chewed on a blouse
The most expensive one too, that dreadful louse!
It then displayed my room, and zoomed in on my bed
Where someone had left on the pillow an old, felt hat
I tap on the hard dome, starting to get mad
Couldn't it bring a sign that can be more easily read?
Finally, it shattered, the infernal ball
I've been scammed! It couldn’t see the future after all
gullible goodness
innocent participant
evil trickery
Vendetta machine scammed me again
I put in a buck fifty for a dime of chocolate
it fired back with nothing but disgust.
The metal hook just wouldn't let go
wiggling it in front of my greasy nose
Like a pugilist in his prime
i quickly struck it from both sides
left right-left right...
then a quick jab
to its laughing glass eye.
I tried rocking it
front to back front to back
it looked like a drunkard
wobbling along a broken railroad track.
but the metal hook held fast.
At my mental end and out of breath
I stuffed a wad of paper in its metal grin
to warn others of the sugar scam within.
A co-worker rounded the corner
and bubbled "happy Monday"
Ditto I grumbled...walking away
hopeless and chocolate-less.
From: Now That She's Alone
Story of a Man's Wanting
( the mention to play glissando
and to sing aria)
Do you know what to say
does it make you
wanna just walk away
seems it's clear to me
something more
obviously
maybe it's all in the song
those glaring melodies
something for ee
I swear it alluded me
Villainized by it's potential
scammed to be exploited
all in the attempt of bragging
such is easy for some
to ignore and
I sort feel
they wrote it like a song
maybe it's in the song
It's gotta be in the song
Stand dominates
it's all so complicated
sit down to see
the bright blue sky
the puffy pretty clouds
watch as they go by
when I stop my ponder
get my mind right
and understand
looking to my woman
reaching out to hold her hand
Keeping my lady Happy
Ya'll know I don't wanna be wrong
stop to read the lyric
Maybe it's in the song
Maybe it's in the song
Originally written in Italian
interputed into English)
He ate a Yankee Pastromi sandwich with
Russain dressing running down his cheeks.
In the bitterness of my soul
I wept sore in my solitude
Wallowing in my sorrowful spirit
I lost the sense of my whole
For how long shall I continue in this service?
For how long shall you torment my spirit?
Your words have become like a dagger to my heart
Piercing it into pieces on a daily basis
Your actions have become like a sledgehammer to my heart
Smashing and breaking it on a daily basis
Is this the love you promised me?
Is this the sweetness that you portrayed to my family and friends?
Or, have I been scammed
Again?
Yesterday I was robbed by Elijah,
hacked by Abraham,
scammed by Veronica,
OnlyFans-spammed by Jezebel (oh wait, that one makes sense)
and spammed by the DNC ! by a man named Satan?
How foolish to believe, it sounded so true, kidnapped, scammed, lost it all.
scammed by the industry giant
customer service useless
passed from pillar to post
and back again without resolution
they simply did not care and are therefore
culpable of the fraud
maybe someone will benefit
from reading this ‘poem’
no licence required
only disappointment and injustice
I am voting with my wallet
will never use them again
and some of my friends vowed
to shun them as well
15th December 2022
Suspect Dapper Draper,
half-scammed a bank caper.
With his brother Baker,
Whose a known safe breaker.
They rode on fly paper.
To escape down a scraper.
The plans were mere vapor.
They were caught in a chaser.
Serving ten at hard labor.
Guess it would've been plainer,
If they'd read the disclaimer.
Those crazy brothers Draper..
It's an all expense paid trip, you know?
Until you decide, you won't bow to the
government freak show.
Facebook, Twitter, and other associated
BIG tech sisters and brothers...
Ban some for life, and block comments
especially from Conservative others.
On sites, yes, you will be punished brutally,
as well.
Yes, you able-poet, banished, like a creepy
leper from hell.
How dare you not want the vaccination?
It's free, you fool, in this censorship nation!
Just make believe free speech is now gone?
Only sing of flowers and humor, anything else
is wrong?
Poetry, the last chance to tell any truth.
Must be in-line with rotting governments,
or, in a pile of old phone booths.
Covid has made minds fearful of any free thinking.
You'd better write only humor, or you are thrown
overboard and are sinking!
Poets who know we are all being scammed?
I have seen them brutally treated or their poetry
avioded or unread, as if it were useless spam!
5/6/2021
~4~
Acclimatization is a serious matter.
I mean one cannot keep bouncing around
a kaleidoscopic chameleon-like center
can one?
Therefore I have almost absolved myself from
causing all that emotional mayhem
that a youthful spirit engages upon
not having yet acclimatized itself
to whom I was, or to what I would become.
Was it my fault that all those
‘soon to be’ lovers
bought a copy of me,
an unedited work in progress?
Most who waded in the ankle-deep shallows
of those earlier days were but rough drafts,
early editions of what they eventually turn into.
The maxim: “they know not what they do”
has to apply or we would never arrive at that stage
of namely and to wit,
that stabilized imperfection most achieve.
Though I do pity the girls
who bought that knock-off copy of me,
the women who were scammed
by a none-copyright version of myself,
but to be fair,
they also were none-acclimatized
and should have saw
the dire warning: caveat emptor.
Tax, I mean, what the hell,
Tax, I simply don’t understand,
About how it’s just taken away from me,
It feels as though I’ve been scammed,
Out of the money I bled to bring in,
Out of a freedom to buy,
The things I think I’d like in this world,
Taken by the first of July,
Yes, I get it, government supplies certain things,
I know, I use them a lot,
But why are huge corporate giants let off,
To pay whatever they want,
Why are us workers taxed to the max,
While corporations look at their shares,
Like Lendlease or BlueScope paying zero in tax,
To me it’s not really fair.
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