Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

Cyber Tooth Tiger, Two.

I tend to trust people, it’s my nature, I am though always wary of scammers, if I can’t look them in the eye I don’t trust them. A call at 8am “Are your kitchen appliance’s covered ?) Answer, “No or I wouldn’t be able to use them) “It’s about your Amazon account” Answer, “I don’t know any warrior women” “This is your bank, someone has been trying to draw money out of your account” Answer “I know that will be my wife, she had some scammers to pay”

Instincts.

        I don’t trust my instincts, I’ve been caught out many a time, except when the cyber tooth tiger is trying to come and dine. He stinks of rot and corruption, I can smell him miles away, if he doesn’t like prison food, he’d best not come this way.

    He’s from Amazon, the insurance, or he’s even from your bank. Responsibility for this, we’ve got technology to thank. When your cash was in your wallet, under your mattress or in your purse, the thief could only get that and nothing that much worse.

     But friends we’ve all been lazy, let tech take over our lives, “Bank on line, pay by card” It all gives me the hives. It’s all too easy now for rogues to steal our money, not just a couple of quid, but the lot and think it’s funny.

      So then this scammer, this vulture, for him it’s easy pickings, a rogue so vile, he could not have even been imagined by Charles Dickens. This creature of the night, this animal of deception, how much better our world would be if his parents had used contraception. 

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