January 2022
Author's Note: The flood of scam emails has become a tsunami to the point that even Microsoft no longer bothers to flag them. They continue to pile up in my inbox, only to be deleted. But since there's a preview of the email content, I always see enough to recognize the lies.
cancer woman
I am cancer woman woman of cancerous things dancing in your email singing a siren song my spelling as sloppy as the soup in a hobo’s cup Cancer woman, my dear prognosis as painful as bare feet on hot coals but I’ve got money, sir money I can’t use and so I chose you You, because you are a godly man. Oh yes, God told me so and said smother that righteous soul with your generosity drown him in dollars All I need, good and godly sir is access to your bank account so I can put the money in and you can take the money out right after you send me just one thousand dollars (American, please) to get the transfer going. Going, going, gone. And once again in case I didn't reach your heart I am cancer woman. Cancer.
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