The Umbrella Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

The Umbrella



A big compound forms these cards of oxygen and hydrogen,
upon them are the numbers that distinguish them from others.
Below the numbers are the name that personalizes them.
Near the name and the numeric sequence is a date that
show how long the life of this card is in all actuality.
It is then put into an envelope with a generalized letter.
In this letter it states that they care about you and that they
hope that you use this privilege wisely rather than loosely.
People then open up the envelope and read the interest rates
and all of the annual fees and then go out to use them.
They buy big screen televisions, blue rays, surround sound, and stereos.
All these things that they don't really need.
Then they decide that they need furnishings to go with it.
They buy black leather chairs and sofas and sit down
in comfort fit for royalty as they watch new images upon their televisions.
They feel like the kings that they have over thrown,
but once the first bill comes in they can't afford to pay on it.
The money keeps piling and piling on in interest charges.
The deficits pile up until they lose all interest in their bill.
The vultures call and yell at them telling them to pay them.
They decline until they are given a new deal.
Then they start to pay on their bill and their credit score is horrible.
Their life is a nightmare until seven years pass and it all blows over.
They want control over you, these banks that hold all the cards.
They want you to be in debit to them.
They are messengers from hell that send you little pieces of mail
that sell their ideas of how money should be spent or used.
Their way has ruined our financial world, why should we trust them?
We get a salary, we get a pay check.
Save up for the things you want, do not be like me.
Don't feel fenced in by plastic cards because they will spend you.
I am spent; I have fallen into their evil grasps.
To hell with these heartless scavengers.
This crisis should tell us to not trust them anymore.
They created this credit system that creates this storm
and we all have to be under this umbrella in order stay dry.
This is a world that is always going to rain and we are
always going to need to hold onto an umbrella even when it is dry.

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