I Loathe Scammers

You reach into the quiet dark,

With polished words and borrowed lines,

Hoping to catch a careless spark,

And pull me into your designs.

You trade in tricks and phantom gold,

A ghost behind a shiny screen,

Selling a story quickly told,

To profit on what isn't seen.

I see the trap, I see the game,

I turn away and clear the space,

I leave you nothing but your name,

And leave no footprint in this place.