I made a trip to the bank
I was disappointed to be frank
My bank card expired
I stood in queue very tired
Carrying my hundred and eighteen kilos for hours
Got my new card activated for transacting powers.
Innocently left the bank premises
Given assurances and promises
But the card didn't work
Couldn't get my balance, what i was worth
Had to go back next day
Told card couldn't do balance, they said.
The old expired bank card could
To stop fraud, the new one wouldn't
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