Off the dough flies…
that dough’s gone away; it’s fiscal mourning—
now-poor nitwits taken, by guile shorn.
Grifters get dough
from the dense schmoes.

To their cash: “Goodbye!”
Of their hard-earned pay they have been freed,
’cause on cons these clowns weren’t up to speed.
Grifter wrest dough
from senseless schmoes.

These sheeple don’t understand,
they were lied to and got scammed.
Off the scammers lammed; victims’ money’s gone away.
Faced with crooks, they cannot see:
they ply chicanery
Dupes are grifted of their bread.
The crooks have made their play.

They have been burned.
They were suckered by a ploy, but they should have known:
Prey’s what these cheats do until dough’s blown.
Grifter wrest dough,
off the bread goes.

Won’t schmucks ever learn?!
If an entreaty doesn’t sound right,
it might well mean a steal—
do not fall for this shite
Grifters wrest dough.
Use your heads, schmoes!

You might think: defenestration
after skunks wreck your day.
From high you’d jump, feel subpar.
Be no chump; down you would fall, far
and be mangled slime.

So, stand your ground and do not fall for these scams;
grifters rip off your dough and then go on the lam.
Grifters skip, go
with your filched dough.

Suck it up—just cry
(grifters wrest dough);
’cause dough’s gone away; it’s fiscal mourning—
their cash has been snagged and they’re forlorn.
Grifters get dough
from the dense schmoes.

Off their “manna” flies.
Grifts have bled dough
from line-fed schmoes.
They’re dimes-bled folks,
by crime-bred trolls.