Take My Money
I see your site say -
Error: call 1-800 to pay.
There goes my day.
Why do you ask me
To give endless ID
To part with my money?
Profit is your mantra;
So what if Santa
Wants to pay for my Fanta?
Forget Patriot Act bullarama
My $10 drama
Is beneath Osama.
The “main menu” loop
Dishes “valued customer” poop
Till my brain flies the coop.
It will be worth the court fee
To have the bankruptcy trustee
Take over from me.
And that’s when you
Will put a live person through
My ass to chew.
Copyright © Sharon Keely | Year Posted 2020
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