There is the matter of indebtedness
To be settled
Your soul mortgaged in exchange for
Our sixteen and three quarter percent
Rate of interest
Bank retains the title
While you make a lifetime of payments
Monthly
Compounded
With certain fees for being late
Severe penalties for default
Even worse
A change in the terms
We have your mother here in hell with us….
2007 © T Sheridan
Mortgages are a fetter round the neck of the unsuspecting innocent. So is cheap wine. t x
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I would like to translate this poem
Did i ever tell you about how i spent half my money on women and booze?