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Scummy Scammers
I’m tearing at my hair, I’ve had enough of spammers
I’m fed up to the back teeth of scummy, crumby scammers,
My hair would lose its colour were it not already grey
Just how many fraudsters will make contact in a day?
My computer has a virus, some stranger phones to say,
I claim that I don’t have a computer anyway.
(Okay I’m lying) — but this miscreant won’t know
And he’s the one who’s trying to steal, the cheating so-and-so.
Someone can’t send my parcel, a message lets me know by text,
Click this link they say (no reference mind); they’re phoneys, no wonder I feel vexed.
Then there’s the email says it’s from a bank where I have no account,
Yet another trickster whose lies I must surmount.
Of old charlatans practised by post or in person,
Those alone would well suffice to get somebody cursin’ -
But now it’s computer, landline, mobile too, seems there’s someone out to cheat,
New inventions bring new swindles Old Joe Public has to beat
They’ve not got the memo that I have but ninepence to my name.
They would try to rob a pensioner, they really have no shame…..
I won a £20 book token for the above in autumn last year in a writing competition held by the shorthand society I belong to — I have been told it is okay to share it here.
