The Raving

Please read on my little dearie, while I make my meek inquiry,
Over many a feint and felonious outcome of ill-gotten hoard,
While I plotted, yearly waiting, suddenly there came debating,
From a some one intently stating, stating of a great reward.
'An acquisitor,' I muttered, 'trading for a great reward -
Over this, my heart had soared.'

So succinctly it was stated, quickly I was then persuaded,
To gain of funds that had been raided, brought utmost, in bank was stored.
Eagerly I wish to borrow; - hopefully by sometime tomorrow
The funds required, some far dough - far dough from a friend implored -
For the fees and taxes laden, to pay the bankers on the board -
Something I could ill afford.


So my brave one, do my bidding, when permitting, start transmitting,
Your bank number - trust me fully, you will get a great reward;
And your eyes will then be gleaming with the millions by our teaming,
And be delighted with the dreaming of pleasures not yet explored;
And your account from out of shadow and bloating with cash adored
Shall be lifted - evermore!