Grift’s beginning to book a lot of business…
a one-way inflow.
He snags bucks, Euros, pounds, and yen;
too late his victims ken
that they’ve been had and now have no more dough.

Grift is winning a lot of bogus business;
soon he’ll close the store
and vacate your vicinity; in another place you’ll see
a Ponzi encore.

He’ll con a crop of wrong fools with his clever, strong tools
and spew his blarney again.
It’s all a crock, yet they’ll fall for his talk,
write checks with the stroke of a pen.
They’re dumb; it’s sad, but it’s their fate.
This ruse will never end.

Grift continues to book a lot of business
that’s a job of snow.
He will freely have lies to tell, something he does so well.
He’ll work his magic selling crap crypto.

Grift is sinning but booking lots of business…
evil, but he’s smart.
It’s his thing to concoct a sting,
bringing in a batch of bling…
can’t stop once he starts.
[Your] home’s a shopping cart.