Fools Gold (The Death Of Wonga) Poem by Andy Hunter

Make a deal - should I get it
I want it now - if not forget it
Within my reach - yet far away
I have fools gold to save the day

I've just mortgaged my soul
And dug myself a big hole,
Using fools gold.
They gave me what I need
So quick, designed to please
Now left on my knees

I've prayed for a sign
Regretting my crime.
Now punished by time
I cannot delay
I must find a way,
Or they'll make me pay

Freedom's all we every crave
To win this we must work like slaves.
I'll pay later - at least I'll try
The credits quick - the interest's high.

I have no time to regret
And I will never forget,
This spiralling debt.
My life now standing still
I must summon the will
To pay this huge bill.

Bewildered and dazed
Escaped from this maze
All credit erased.
Have broken the chain,
And suffered the pain
Of temporary gain.

A pay day loan may sustain your need,
But could lead to debt and misery.
They promise fast and easy Wonga
But to pay the interest may take a bit longer.