Ahem, to whom it may concern,
I am writing to warn you, that your days are numbered,
You think you’re clever, but all you do is blunder,
Though right now, your scams are going undetected,
When we find you, you’ll pay for what you’ve infected,
Taking confidences for granted, you take our gold,
While this sort of crime is new, to us it’s getting old,
A billion fake fuck buddies, are made on your keyboard,
Making a joke of finding love, thus no-one really scores,
Listen, if you’re bored, I’m sure there are better ways,
To occupy your time on those dreary days,
Why not be judicious, in your choice of job,
You never know my wayward friend, you could reach the top,
But also, listen, if you’re hurting, don’t hit me,
As I’ve done nothing to wrong you, so please see,
I’m like you, I’m trying to get by,
In this whirlwind shitstorm that is called life.
But if you think, that what I say is trash,
Then little fools, allow me, and us to rehash,
We will find you, you scammer planners,
Rightfully brandishing, our heavy duty hammers,
Where we will say to you, “don’t talk, just bleed”
Your online fear will die, we’ll take back the lead,
Your premeditative kind, will at last be extinct,
No more making a quick buck, in the Earth you will sink!
It’s clear; this dislike, I have for you,
But please, I implore you, think it through,
You have the time, to change your methods,
You, I, and us, can get through this together,
So, please, no more fake Facebook accounts,
Or Nigerian Princes with cheques that’ll bounce,
This part of life’s design, I wish to swat,
Take heed, on this warning, those who make bots.
Yours,
A very disgruntled ginger, not only trying to find his soul, but hope in general!