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Fiscal Calisthenics Or the Bill Paying Blues

The thing I least look forward to, The root of my financial ills, Is the vile administration Of my monthly pile of bills. You'd think a single guy like me, Whose needs and wants are all but nil, Could whiz through funds manipulation When it comes to paying bills. It's the interest on the principal Of credit card accounts that kills And perpetuates extenuation Of MasterCard and Visa bills. Man cannot live by cash alone, Hence the propensity of credit mills, And the gross accumulation Of large revolving charges bills. But when statements say there's naught to pay, Oh, how that "zero balance" thrills! No refund as remuneration, Just dismissed from that long list of bills. My credit's good, I shouldn't brood Upon this fiscal tribulation, But if I had my druthers, I'd druther hide out in the hills Than face the monthly calculation Of my bills, bills, bills.

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Date: 6/18/2022 8:22:00 PM
Amen, Jim! ~ Money Slips Through My Fingers, 'Ole Butterfingers
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Jim Slaughter
Date: 6/19/2022 9:36:00 AM
Thanks, G. Better than not having enough to "slip", though. Right? Good to hear from you again.

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