The Userers
The Usurers
The stealing from the table has progressed
to be a time when dinner time is light
by monsters in the dark, who've rightly guessed
that people can not tell a wrong from right;
the bouncing of your checks brings on a pain
poor man you have to pay a little more
and now if you are late, there is more gain
for money men to lay into their store;
you have to pay the greedy in this world
they need more than we do to just survive
for stinginess is something that's inborne
so if you're late, it costs you twenty five!
The congress is so out of touch that they
will only add to what you have to pay.
© ron wilson
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