More Phoney Money

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My wallet is empty of cash When it appears which is rarely I usually give it away Doesn’t really matter, not really It’s gone as soon as I get it anyway It never lasts but that's okay Besides, I have plenty of credit VISA, MasterCard, Discovery And the more I “spend” With that lending hand The more trust I build Upping my score. Score! Up the stakes, wait, change the rules? Now, it’s me who can’t trust, who? Sky rocketing interest rates A debt that’s out of control Taxing me everywhere I go The scam’s all decorated Beautifully choreographed Beautifully camouflaged All alluring, so endearing As I assume my plastic smile At my recently installed Big beautiful screen on the wall.

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Bill Baker

Date: 7/9/2025 3:14:00 PM

Interesting poetry, Ben. The world of finance is like outer space ... we don't know as much as we think we do about it. The difference between it is, and it appears to be, are so hard to tell apart. The con is winning in many cases. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us through your poetry, my friend. Bill

Tom Woody

Date: 7/9/2025 5:35:00 AM

Ha! Plastic smile indeed. I've never allowed myself to get into the trap of credit card debt just so I could get "stuff." Always been pretty frugal. Fun poem Ben