Plastic Endeavors
I took a ride that was more like a slide
Down a track called the credit card way
It had no stops and I couldn't get off
But they demanded I pay and pay
My pass was a card that now lay in shards
Beneath my passenger seat
I don't need them now 'cause the statements allow
Me to see what I owe them complete
My phone is their bell and they're calling from hell
I can see on my caller ID
I pretend I'm not home and don't answer the phone
So they'll just leave a message for me
I fully intend to make repremand
And pay everything that I owe
I just hope they can see that coming from me
The process will be kind of slow
Rockman
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