By Their Fruits Poem by Emmatobs de thought writer

I'm tired of scammers for there are so many around
For every situation a scammer should be found
Scammer there, scammers here
Want to take what i have down to my underwear

They send me letters short and sweet
With a promises of riches and love to meet
For their tongues are filled with lies
Pleading to my kind heart for a prizes

What is about them that makes
Or what makes them acted like cold hearted snakes?
Hiss, Honesty be damned!
How would they like it if they where being scammed?

A false story they weaves in their web
To skip my defenses and get into my head
Like hungery snake they lie in wait
As they want me to fall in their plate

Well, scamming can be reaches far back into history
The demise of the Neanderthals might not have being a mystery
Did early sapiens with carefully planned presistence
Scam Neanderthalensis out of it early existence?

They ask for a much needed donation
For i am generous with my information
It is sad but true, those thieves want to sleep
Peacefully on my savings, as they want to keep

Sometimes i wonder, how can they settle to be an imitation
When all they need is a little bit of contemplation
Cos they springs as their target come near
Before the poor victim can even show fear

Deception can line empty greedy pockets
False front should be on court dockets
With a head shake of disbelief, i wonder
How anyone can be so phony and plunder

Having no conscience, they are scum
Their mind are selfish, their heart are numb
They do not care which rules they subvent
They couldn't care less if people get hurt

Beware of this sugar coated thieves
They have fake arms in their sleeves
Although there are many reputable charities
Observations shows that dupe are not rarities

It is my intension to bring an alertness
Perhaps it can prevent a victimized intertness
So beware my kindred souls
Report and block these stinking stroll
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de thought writer
©26th september,2023
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