Debora Soramaki

The Thief Who Stole My Life - Poem by Debora Soramaki

No money down
Twelve months free
Who are you kidding
You ain't foolin me
Eight per cent interest
No monthly fee
Come on down
We're the money tree
Can't live without it
It's the latest thing
Buy now, pay later
You'll live like a king
Now I have a lawyer
To help me with the pain
Left standing
Holding nothing
All to lose
None to gain.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 20, 2011

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