Who’s preachin’ loud to gullible pygmies…
galling, no shame and full of hot air?
Who’s reachin’ out with a goal to take dough?
Hot air he blows; it’s Grifty.

Who’s ripping off? This creature who’s shifty,
smilin’ to cover mendacity.
Who’s reachin’ clowns with Rapturous faux rants?
Steal-your-gelt swindler, Grifty.

Bad Grifty’s aswarm with lies;
this swindler’s got shifty eyes,
and his mission is to pry
your money out,
faking you out;
he’ll fake you out.
Then you’re without.

Sad—Grifty will score a prize
that swelled your cash cache full-size.
If you should fall for his lies,
he’s faked you out;
you’re now without…
a take-it rout…
a snake and tout.

Who’s griftin’ round the clock, ultra-shifty,
lyin’ to everybody he greets?
Who’s stealin’ from you, and then your dough’s spent?
Too late you know: it’s Grifty.

Who’s ripping off? This creature who’ll lift the
money you’d saved for a spending spree.
Who’s reachin’ out to capture your dough meant
for a doc who’s face-lifty?

Who’s griftin’ round the clock, slick an’ shifty,
lyin’ to everybody he cheats?
Who’s leechin’ you when grafting he foments?
Face it, schmoe, you’re a griftee.