A poem about how we all get bombarded with crooks seeking our financial data.
Phone calls and email scams:
Here’s your chance to get rich.
In me just trust, you sirs and ma’ams.
Swallow the bait in my sales pitch.
Hand over your financial info.
If you reveal your data, it’ll be fine.
No worries; give my offer a go.
Great! All the profit now will be mine.
Strange, once they determine your age, they redouble their efforts as though somehow you are going senile. The only ones I've known who have fallen for these shysters tend to be young, and inexperienced. It's a shame that so many of them are ashamed of their loss and don't come forth and vigorously get the FBI on the asses of the bastards.
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