Mr. Blackball Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

It ain't a movie
And it's not a joke
Your account's been frozen,
And now you're broke
Nowhere to run
Credit cards are maxxed
Boss don't need none
Blame Equifax
Like a deer in the headlights
At the scene of a crime
Hangin' judge handin' out
Quads, nickels and dimes
Face features splashed
On the T.V. show
American is wanted
Now It's time to go
You find you're payin'
More and more for less
Bought yourself a new name
And a shadow address
Caught by the short hairs
They're cuttin' you no deal
Shoe leather's is lookin' like
A full course meal
And, you're stuck like Chuck
In a big ole rut
Mr. Blackball, he's one tough nut.
Tell me all about it
The fit has hit the shan
Tonight we'll fight
Today's got other plans
His lawyers put your sweetheart's momma
On the lam
His little baby brother
Juked Jimmy Jam
He's right there pickin'
And a winnin'
And a grinnin'
And a spinnin'
Them webs
As you fall
Damn that man
Mr. Blackball.

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By Buddy Bee Anthony

Re-Edited 12/30/2022 @10: 22 PM Pacific Standard Time