The Prince wants your money. The Prince wants your cash.
He’ll take a check and Bitcoin’s probably fine.
Poetry without a rhyme scheme is easy to write,
but hard to figure.
Ahem, account number, please.
That’ll make this go faster.
That’ll make this go smoother.
Since you’re social your social isn’t necessary.
He knows it by heart.
He knows it by sight.
XXX marks the spot.
Pin your PIN to your Pinterest.
And click the link,
Link the click,
Post the clip,
Clip the post.
Read it. Reddit. Read what?
Ignore all typoes.
What are words worth?
Especially now that's it's spring with a robot frost.
Humidity's hidden and your home is a dry den.
Do what he says. You can’t shake peer pressure.
Wild, hearty, emersion.
Don't b'like that.
Be a kind phisherman’s phriend and open up your wallet.
Why waste Interpol's time?
Let’s exercise our emotions, or maybe tennis, son.
What was that pound?
It burns.
Don’t take a “w”, take a low ell.
Or an angel, ou.
In the mill, ay?
Wild.
What did I just read? Wit, man.
Bye, run.
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