Dear Sirs:
(gods? lords of this world?)
Please make the following changes
To my
Credit File.
(Please let me live?)

I made a mistake
Trusted someone--wasn't wholly my fault--
I know you've heard it all before
But it's true .

I know I can't get an
Apartment/Job/Car/House/Loan-
Anything--
Without your electronic blessing.

So-
Can I have my life back?
I know you buy and sell us
Wholesale
Every second every minute every hour
Millions at a time
Everything's at your fingertips
Life at a glance;
Surely you can let ONE slide...

(OK, I made a mistake!!!
Does the WORLD need to know it?!
Must it haunt me Forever?!)

There are things I could reveal
About you
If I chose to.
Fortunately for all concerned,
All I'd like is an apartment
Of my own.
No schizo roommates for once.
Just once.

I've got all the money I need
And credit cards shooting out of my ears
I help old ladies across the street
Pay my taxes
I'm a nice guy
But still
I guess I need your blessing.

You know what?
Sod it.
Don't give me your blessing.
I don't care.
I'm just one man, right?
So forget about me
As I spend the rest of my insignificant life
Taking you
Down.

--K.K.

(A friendly reminder to keep an eye on your credit...since everyone else's eye is on it, too.)