by Michael Shaeffer Wilson
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One day on the sixth floor
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This sort of thing keeps getting worse and worse, there oughta be a law...
Arrival of credit card statement brings shocked surprise,
Late fees, usage fees, service charges;
For the privelege of screwing me more,
One nick, two dings, three rips, four.
Monthly minimums clearly not enough,
Large payments required to hold balance steady;
Welcome to the land of buy here, pay here,
Home of the broke, land of excessive fees;
Anything goes in overcharge fealty,
Especially usurious taxes and late penalties.
We get you coming, we get you going,
Dozens, hundreds of corporate leeches;
Riding your back until it breaks,
Sucking out all your monetary lifeblood.
After you pay all your charges and fees,
Lose more in a casino, help out your county.
Only the dead are truly financially free!
(c) MSW 2004