The Credit Card Poem
The banks that issue credit cards decree,
They have a right to make you furious,
By sticking it to you with fines and fees,
Atop their interest rates usurious.
Exceed your limit on a shopping spree?
Send in your check a day or two too late?
That sort of thing is gonna cost you dear,
A multi-dollar clipping is your fate.
Complain? "About these costs," they will explain,
"You’ve no just cause to go and have a fit,
‘Twas all spelled out in legal jargonese,
In two-point type it was quite clearly writ."
But should your future finance picture cloud,
These banks, so cute, so steeped in charge card guile,
May find that comes the time you must default,
You’ll bankrupt flush their lending with a smile.
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