The Userers

The Usurers
The stealing from our 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 grab what they grab for.

You have to pay the greedy in this world
they need more than we do to just survive
Their 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 aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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