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THE BANK
I run down the street looking from side to side
Trying my best to find a place to hide.
The Bank is after me and that’s no lie.
Just thinking about it, I start to cry.
The call me, harass me, and send me foul letters
They’re not just after me, but all of their debtors!
You hear from their goon squad all night and all day.
All you want is for them to go far away.
The Bank wants their money. They don’t care at all
How much it might hurt you, they continue to call.
You try to explain if you had the money you’d pay
But nothing is good enough, whatever you say.
They want all their cars and their houses too.
They don’t give a damn what might happen to you.
You and your family will be begging for crumbs
On the street, looking, acting, and smelling like bums.
The Fat Cat above has to have his big bonus
Because of the money he claims to have loaned us.
But the real truth is, he’s nothing but a thief
And he thoroughly relishes spreading the grief.
©Deloris M. Evans
10 April, 2009