Sharon Keely Poet Rhyme

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.

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Kai Michael Neumann August 23, 2020 at 3:34 AM This is very refreshing and Santa paying for Fanta is quite an interesting thought. I like your style. Sharon Keely August 30, 2020 at 9:22 AM Thanks Kai!

Jeff Troyer August 18, 2020 at 8:16 AM Just enjoyed the LA flavor and mix of poetic styles. Keep it up. Sharon Keely August 18, 2020 at 9:25 AM I hope to Jeff, thank you for reading and commenting.

William Cason August 17, 2020 at 4:17 PM Nicely done, very poetic. Sharon Keely August 18, 2020 at 9:25 AM Thanks William!

Gershon Wolf August 16, 2020 at 5:56 PM lol. But these nincompoop-scoundrels know how to wreck our day -- and sometimes our lives. Well-put! ~ gw Sharon Keely August 18, 2020 at 9:28 AM And would you believe Gershon, three days later, I still can't get a particular bill paid, despite every effort to THROW money at it!!

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart August 16, 2020 at 6:15 AM LOL!