They Have Millions of Dollars To Share With Me

Who could be stupid enough to believe that?

They Have Millions of Dollars to Share With Me

 

By Elton Camp

 

From a gaggle of strangers I’ve earned great trust

To share huge riches with me they say they must

I now get these types of e-mails every single day

But there is a strange uniformity in what they say

 

Although in such friendship they declare they came,

How strange none of them seem to know my name

Greeting will be “Dear Friend” or some other term

To which I always wish I could say, “Hello worm”

 

But their own supposed names they will always declare

But insert “Mr.” or “Rev.” or “Dr.” or “Mrs.” in there

As if by some self-proclaimed title I’ll be impressed

And thus more likely as I read to believe all the rest

 

Some claim of some horrible disease they’re dying

And that to make things right with God they’re trying

Part of their money to good causes I’m to give away

But a big percentage�"it’s with me it should stay

 

In other cases, their client, father or mate is now dead

But they have a most generous plan built in their head

They will claim that they have control of a bank account

And that it is millions of bucks, an astonishing amount

 

In return for allowing them to share the riches with me

I will need only to show good faith by sending a fee

And they urge me to keep confidence & not tell a soul

Especially not to tell the bank that assets are to be stole

 

Some are dumb and greedy enough to agree no doubt

Otherwise, they wouldn’t keep sending the e-mail out

Anybody who can be deceived by this type of scram

Is most surely a whole lot more gullible than I am