In with nothing…

It’s been a long time coming
Years and years to be inexact
Like a herd of monkeys off my back
Or whatever you call a bunch of chimps;
I can finally lift my tired old head
And walk without looking for loose change;
I can stop adding my telephone number
To the “do not call” list weekly and so weakly;
I can stop shouting obscenities at those
Dastardly underpaid wimps who dare to
Call as if I am the sole source of their annoyances;
Oh to once again breathe polluted air
And worry about it killing me rather than
Those fiendish ones who do the polluting;
Time was when a man was measured by
The content of his character and not by
The contents in his pockets;
When evil was the things I do
And not those done to me;
To think I used to walk softly
While carrying a big stick;
Now I walk proudly and
Carry a big schtick;
Now I have found the
True meaning of life—
I am no longer one of your tired
Your poor your wretched refuse
Yearning to breathe free—
I am now one of your wretched free
Who refuses to eat refuse
For now I walk proudly among
Those few souls who can say
F*** you! I am out of debt
And my new net worth is
Zero.