Dave Cox Poet I do not know?

Banks

Banks

I stare each day at my available balance
And I wish I had more in the pot
I feel as if I’m under constant surveillance
By the hierarchy, who know what I’ve got
They’re waiting to pounce and I know it
They want to smuggle my funds away
They want to increase their pension and profit
And charge me a penalty each and every day
But still they offer me a card or a loan
With rates of interest way above the base
Wanting to cut my finances to the bone
And help me lose my car, my house and my face

We’re here to help, they tell you
A friend who’ll always be by your side
But all they want is your indebted soul  
And hunt you until there’s nowhere to hide
So, bankers; hats off to your enterprise 
And all the good- you say you do?
But I’ll keep my money under the bed
And make sure I never give a penny to you.

David Cox

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Mahtab Bangalee February 14, 2021 at 1:48 AM money is the life-giver and money is the life robber!

Anil Deo May 11, 2020 at 3:31 AM David, that is the fear of States & banks, that we'll prefer to keep our money under mattresses. U lay out the reasons clearly. There's irony in banks "help me lose my car, my house, my face." I read Th. Jefferson hated interstate banks, said Local banks were adequate, safe, less into speculation. Thanks for writing this, anil deo. PEACE