Plastic Captive
It began in innocence
Wooed, enticed by promises
Look what could be bought and spent
Plastic dollars, plastic cents.
Lured into it's tangled trap
Habits form, the will grows slack
On and on it ever goes
Statements come and payments grow.
Like a millstone round the neck
Debtor's hell, life is spent.
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2014
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