In Any Language You Would Like It Received Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What did you expect to get from me?
Visions of raInbows and lollipops?
Hmmm?
You have effectively lived the life,
Of greed and deceit...
Long passed its deadline.

My hand is not extended to shake yours.
My services require cash!
And more than deserving of it,
I am.

You can no longer squeeze sweet tasting juices,
With delayed promises to pay...
On the 'appearance' of your good credit.
Or delusions of once having it.
And you don't get it!
With or without your bragging...
Your signature here means nothing.

And...
To ease your concerns,
There are interpreters here...
To deliver that message in any language,
You would like it received.
That's how accomodating I have learned to be.