Nix, eschew dread-creeps crew,
or some riled times might ensue.
They are dreaded, vile bread-bleed crew.
Grope-wealth moves; they’re not pals;
they’ll rob you; dry, bled, leeched you.

Dreaded crew, bread-steal crew—
impart not love darts…a screw
and thread it dead into you.
Stole-wealth crew; they’re not pals;
they’re robbers, this bread-greed crew.

Dreaded crew, threading screws—
fibby, filchy, shifty, grifty bread-steal crew.
Their dread sprees mean bled be you.
They’ll con you, yes they shall;
they’re robbers, this bread-greed crew.

Guys con you, then they scoot.
They’re not there, and you’ve no loot.
So dreaded, this bread-need crew.
They’ll rob you, then skedaddle;
hell for you is what ensues.

Dreaded crew; bled be you.
Shifty, grifty, filchy, fibby bread-greed crew.
They’ve bled heaps, in red be you.
They’ll con you; prefix mal-
swell term for this dreaded crew.

Guys con you, then they scoot.
Life’s unfair-—now you’ve no loot.
So dreaded, this dread-sprees crew.
They’ll rob you, then skedaddle;
hell for you is what ensues.
They’ve conned you; were you addled.
Quelled, your skepticism? Moot!!