The Will
In regards to your inquiry
Concerning my anticipated fate
I've become my own attorney
Representing my estate
It has come to my attention
I am surrounded by greedy leeches
The inheritance of my pension
Is solid with no breaches
I was granted a hefty loan
A bit more than than you might expect
A sweet old man on the phone
My future payments, she would neglect
Her voice was utterly ginger
And I felt she should retire
I'll enjoy my adventure
She'll finish when I expire
The rules, we may have tooled
But she is long gone by now
Successfully I fooled
I'll give myself a bow
As you hear these words on paper
There is nothing you can do
My home is burned to vapor
My street name is Stew
The cops are in a riot
searching for Bonnie and Clyde
My tombstone, I did buy it
Leaving with my pride
Bonnie is very intelligent
Much more so than you
There's no telling where she went
Or the money she has blew
She has a new identity
My plan was fool proof
Her destination, infinity
The banks will be aloof
When I had you sign that document
The one I claimed was just a legality
I granted myself access to your every cent
Such a bitter sweet reality
You can teach an old dog new tricks
Especially one with a vendetta
Now, your problems, my money can't fix
No shoulda, coulda, woulda
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015
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