Hoax Epigrams

by Brett Rutherford

1
Memed, with a blue-sky
background, the unsigned
platitude soars.
Unclicked, unshared,
let the gilded pig
wallow.

2
Glad-handed and hugged
by a stranger, beware.
Winged wallets fly
when least expected.

3
Your grand-son calls.
Robbed and left stranded,
he needs some money wired.
You have no children.

4
I have made so many happy.
I gave the buxom Russian girls
who look for husbands
the millions I got
from a Nigerian plane crash.

5
Called time and again
with offers of above-ground
burial in some
purported mausoleum,
I finally blurt out, "Look,
we are already dead here.
Nestled in native earth,
we are vampires."