Short Scam Poems
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The Republicans have revealed
"The Donald" has completely healed!
He was deranged
The climate changed
And now his e?ection's annealed!
The caller tried to pull a quick scam
The lady shouted, oh yes, ma’am
Called her card numbers out
Gave them a phony route
T’was the numbers stuck on her pork ham
At serialkiller.com
I found someone to kill my mom
Murder for hire
So I pay them five thousand bucks
Next thing I know I'm in handcuffs
Murder backfired!
8/1/11
The Miss Universe pageant should be mirth,
it is a scam for all that it’s worth,
now this can’t be denied;
it can’t be justified,
‘cause all the winners are here from Earth.
he begged for money ~feds followed him home~ and now he's behind bars
Cliché Used: What goes around
comes around
Contest: Monoku 5- Cliché
Sponsor: Silent One
Cheap knockoffs are a scam
Dollarama perfumes smell like toxic baby powder
~ makes people want to gag
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2025
A singular failure is the alarm
When used to late morning sleepers disarm
For as soon as it rings
They turn off the damn thing
And don't wake up 'til work's done on the farm
Health food stores promoting organics are a sham
Taking advantage of the craze, hiking prices is a scam
Not justified says I
Prices way too high
All understand organics are better but dubious I am>
February 29, 2016
Written by Gail DeBole
A man born into a world of scams
Had a father adept at flim-flam.
He lived by what he was taught
Until the day he was caught
By police who out-flimflammed his scam.
Don has a private room
A special room cyber room
Direct contact with intelligence agencies
Multiple cell phones whatsapp accounts
Indian european Nigerian numbers etc.
Note.Agencies have some special softwares to hack and crack.
Life's a big scam
It was never meant to be forever
Just a relatively short term
Einstein has passed into the ages
No longer his contribution
To the ages as with so many others
Plato, Socrates, Mozart, Shakespeare
So how important do you think you are now
You're not!
I met my perfect partner in the gym,
He gently catered to my wildest whim.
My every mood
He understood -
Turned out I wed transgender Pam, not Tim.
But by the time the fluid truth sank in,
He/She/They, Me were bonded skin to skin.
Pam, I love you,
#Hashtag Me Too -
Happily Ever After lies within.
1.Family tree me bapu ya chachu ki hasiyat say entry karvao.
2.Intruder honay kay bavajod family ka hisa ban jao.
3.Biological parents kay guzartay hi ladka ladki ko khalas.
4.Ab waris ban kay sari jama ponji lay uro.
5.Don level kay logon ki DG level kay afsaron say dosti.
Note.Every game has end and I am the end of your game.
It's the new crank call
A bridgeless troll
A keyboard warrior
In private euphoria
It's a disconnection
On-screen reflection
On enters press
Eternal numbness
It's a devil's advocate
A spineless strut
A hit-and-run
Of thoughtless fun
It's the new crank call
The death of soul
A bridgeless troll
The blackest hole
My I-phone rang yesterday; it was a number I did not know
Next to it words read “Scam likely”
how many people would race to answer this one?
I rolled my eyes, glad for a modern day phone.
In the olden days we would have salesmen all the time.
Trying to sell us siding, cars, a new modern mop.
I used to hand the phone to a toddler until they hung up.
Made the toddler happy too.
I think
Therefore I am
What a joke
Its really toast with no jam.
Save it for a rainy day
Do you know how many ive had
I dont want to come out and play
A penny for your thoughts
Yup, you nailed it
But thats all i bought
Give me liberty or give me death
Hmmm a coin toss
I wont hold my breath
No man is an island
Really?
Is it all inclusive man
A bird in hand is worth
Nah, im not even gonna go there
The symposia on health
Will be on the weekend
Join us and bring a friend
Your body is your wealth
Addresses healthy food
Boiled water as example
Less fat, carbs than the apple
And no need to be chewed
With free t-shirt and ham
And some other offers
Please spread it to the others
Rest assured it's not a sham
SYMPOSIA Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
September 01, 2018
Scam
WLM
Wildncrazy555
July 31, 2011
Been caught in a scam
Should I have just ran
Try to be good
For God as we should
Always to get bit
Just take another hit
Never knowing why
But continue to try
To live with the strife
Just wanted a wife
Will we ever just fit in the groove
Or should we just move
On the Golden list
I do not jist
Or just change my name
To fit and stay in the game
Never, never win
So I will just give in
Scam and hacking are common
As well as fake votes in canvassing
As well as the pursuit of happiness
All are abstract and spiritual
We live in a world of abstraction
Insafety and uncertainty
Even if we have a lot of money
We cannot buy happiness
Cannot discard sadness
And our possessions are subject to Scam and hacking
And our votes in hands
May not work
Oh
We live years
To find only this cruel fact
Of our once lovely world
The consistency of mystery
Drenched in it's simplicity
Wrought with what would seem to be
To our participants complacency
For a golden opportunity
A trick our minds eye think they see
If not thought through quite logically
A flim-flam conjured carefully
Too easy to take willingly
For those grasping at something free
Fruit hanging low on fabled tree
So true it is too good to be
To test human morality
When seeking answers desperately
In a place that's not quite fair.
better count your fingers
truly he's a con man
for some are probably missing
after you shook his hand
young or old he shows no mercy
it's a crying shame
taking a honest man's hard earned money
in his never ending thieving game
so tired of his scams
trying to steal my dime
I keep holding to my wallet
cause that devil is always working overtime
just never seems to have enough
always taking more than he needs
the white collar con man
there's no limits to his greed
Form:
My mind continuously contemplates of how deserving I is of freedom.
Consistantly conflicted of world works
whilst still in hopes
to live in my prime of pride and joyous work.
Of how one should be at lengths of articles, journals, a book or two,
awakened daily by the sounds of birds chirping their said songs for the day,
as I awake from slumber to dive into my pages again.
Life shouldn't be so cruel,
we shouldn't have to wait so long
None of this makes sense.
What are we to do?