Trying to fix overdrawn credit card, early to bank
calling credit card bureau from there, demanding I
tell them my salary, back to Enquiries to get bank
statement but credit bureau requires gross income,
exactly what I don’t have, I give up
Realise it is better not to increase the amount I owe,
I’m such a spendthrift, cannot see how credit would
ever be paid back - hoping I will be dead before the
clarion call for payback comes - I told my beloved
I’m overdrawn - he wasn’t angry at all
I can breathe easy again, celebrating a Great Escape
out of an Alcatraz of inner turmoil, tomorrow I can
smile again, singing Hallelujah at the top of my
voice to make security guards smile again!
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