Reckless, baited…they played you for a fool.
Sleazy dread cons, no good…a sap were you.
Soon your funds were all sapped and you cried, “Boo-hoo.”
Your future was quite broken.

It was a move you made you couldn’t afford.
Off went the light bulb…couldn’t see any more.
These crooks could get far ’cause they had no remorse;
their crimes had no limit.

Grifters have made guys broken;
they conned a pile from you.
Boundless goals you were hopin’.
Now what are you gonna do?

Your paper currency soon would depart;
a warning no one had bothered to impart.
They picked off your accounts in style à la carte;
your pile took a big hit.

Once in your pockets were coins that would jingle,
but crooks weren’t emissaries of Kris Kringle.
They took you down to your very last single.
Your future, a fire smokin’.

Grifters had pried wide open
your purse and stole from you.
Now the best you are hopin’:
that lent is a $5 to you.