Another Rant against Minooka
October 16, 2017
Minooka’s at it again.
They’ve come back ‘round the bend—
Back out of their slumber
With a new number,
Harassing us to no end.
They play ring-a-ling ditch with ease
Day after day as they please
With the balderdash
Of collecting cash
For various charities—
That is, of course, unless they
Hang up on one right away
Upon one picking up,
And if that ain’t enough
To ruin their victims’ days,
One can’t even call them back
To tell them “Knock off the attacks!”
For on the other end
Is a robo voice, friend,
To feed callers vapid flack
Of how they’re DNC exempt
And shame on them for the attempt
To launch a complaint
At them ‘cause they ain’t
Having it, no matter how one’s spent.
Now, I’ve railed against these creeps before
And the reality that’s in store
For those foolish enough
To give in to their stuff
And send money to their door.
I’ve mentioned, too, how I won’t fall
For their shtick, should they ever call,
And how one would think
They’d learn their act stinks,
So why should we bother at all
Pestering folks like they still do?
Give it up, Minooka! You’re through.
We’re not falling for your crap,
So shut your trap,
For we’re all now on to you.
We all know ‘bout the games you play
And the price that people pay
One way or another,
And they’ll have not, brother,
So stop this nonsense right away.
You’re not getting another dime
From any wallet, including mine,
For we all now know
What you do with the dough
You might rake in at any given time:
You pocket the lion’s share
And leave but a handful to spare
For X and Y charities,
Making profit as you please
For your “services” without care.
You don’t give a damn at all
‘Bout the needy or how they’ll fall
Without cash for their needs,
Which you prove through your deeds,
And it’s driving me up a wall.
To my call blocker I add one more
Number, for I can take no more,
So take the hint and see
That you must let me be,
Lest you want the feds at your door
To take you to prison at last,
Which would fit your criminal past.
Maybe that’ll be the way
You learn to rue the day
You first sought people to harass.
Good riddance for good, then, Minooka!
We’ve for far too long knew ya,
But when you meet your end
At long last, friend,
You’ll hear but two last words from me” Screw ya!
Then, when you’ve disappeared,
We’ll all grin from ear to ear
‘Til the next sack of scum
Just like you comes
And repeats that which we’ve come to fear.