Parasites On The Telephone Poem by David Harris

Parasites On The Telephone



Everyday someone thinks of some new scam
to get money out of you.
How to fleece your bank account
with your consent.
Some tell you about a free holiday
to a fabulous destination
that you have been chosen for or won.
So listen to their speal.
Then they start asking about your bank details
and whether you have a credit card or not.
Once they start asking you that,
your best bet is to put the telephone down.
For once, you’ve given your details
over the telephone
you’ve given them permission
to fleece your account
for everything its worth and more.

20 July 2008

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