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“I’m a con artist in that I am an actor, making people
believe something is real whey they know perfectly
well it is not.”--John Lithgow
God help us gather the energy to gird our loins
against the fricking & fracking hordes of phishermen.
My own friends were fueled with compassionate fear
receiving an email reporting that I had been robbed
in Spain, was now stranded and sorry, but
I was begging for a 1000 bucks to bolster
my meager abilities to ever get out of damned Madrid,
to arrive home, both happier and spouting homilies.
All claims were callously bogus, of course, but
it did give hackers heinous access to my honied
laundry list of friends and lingering contacts, and
yes, it took a lot of time to reduce the torment,
to untangle the terrible tumult,
to reclaim a replica of control, my rights
if not to privacy, then perhaps just to mock-pastoral
cyber-freedom; so hey, be afraid of phishing scams.
Posted over at dVerse Poets FFA
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