The crocodiles
Don't let them bewitched you
They have no trust
They can whack you with their tails
When they want you
They will come rain or shine
They will bring you goods
Until you are hooked
When they have achieved their needs
You will be whacked away
They will not look back
You are history in their eyes
And you wonder why it happens to you
You are courted, fed and supported
Yet in the final run you are dumped
Leaving you holding a stack of complaints
The crocodiles
The endless dream in false pretences
They can spin tales to window display
It isn't real but AI generated words
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