It's not about us
It's about your money.

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Unrequited Love

In my weary bleary world
While I've barely got unfurled
I switch my PC on
And find to no surprise
A thousand peeping eyes
In the middle of a yawn.

Emails...

A hundred or more I'd say
Much to my dismay
While I scan them skeptically
My filter must be jammed
It's my brain that's just been spammed
My stomach agreed dyspeptic-ally.

They're all about erections
And honest fair elections
Just send a little money
And become one of the chosen few
Oh what am I to do
Glad no one called me honey.

Last chance...

To make a difference in their game
While they take careful aim
At things that will be missed
Like wallets and cold cash
How'd they know about my stash
I'm getting screwed without getting kissed.

It's the urgency of now
Am I their only cash cow
Send moo-la in a hurry
Let's make 'em pay they say
Send it to us right away
Oh they had me in a worry.

$10 update...

We don't mean to be a bore
But we have your credit score
Use our automatic feature
Make it a recurring theme
And maybe in your dream
You'll get to meet our teacher.

It's about jobs...

You see dear brother Ed
Whatever else we've said
We don't wanna hafta bill ya
Just give us one more term
Or like a big bad ol' germ
We may come back and kill ya.

God bless America...