To the scam of the earth

You are not dear, scam. 

You are the hideous face of modern technology — the face we'd love to punch. 

I hope you are enjoying your daily plate of BS. 

I hope your antics to suck dry poor people's sweat and blood behind their backs are worth earning the daily headlines.

We, the little people, would appreciate it if you would aim for your own tail next time and spare us from your crooked agenda.

Seriously. 

yOuR sCaMmiNG sPRee sHoULd eNd sOon. 



Literally ❝ Lila



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