All my **** got repossessed
By an aardvark in a leather vest
That he swears is only vinyl
But won’t tell me where to buy my own

He says if I can go six months
With no late payments
On my credit card statements
He’ll let the name slip

I’ve got to get my **** together
Or this cruelty-free vegan sleeveless pleather
Statement piece might slip away from me

So, these days, I’m
Dedicated to paying
This debt I’ve accumulated
Despite the social detriment
Withdrawal and depressive episodes
All in the name of
Improving my credit score

Until when?
The day comes up
That I’ve paid for the stuff
That I bought without paying for
I’m practically stable
By now

The aardvark from the IRS
Reappears as my remaining debt and interest
Dwindles into a less pressing account
For the withholding public servant
Who’s about to grant me access
To the privileged information
I’ve been craving for months

It was an Etsy shop
And they’re all sold out

~
I work in the clouds
Building a world out of hype
I could be a beekeeper
A prison guard
Reverse pop idol
Extinguishers, all

Hackers ferry contemporaries
Around the diseased city
Merchants of transference
Polymorphing
Paths and angles
Pieces of eight

They could be brutal war fantasies
White noise translations of the snow
Cathedral nights in the deli
Ghost recordings from an opera house
Each with its own price tag

All the pretty girls
Thick with mascara
Go to plasticity
Drink chloroform
100 aspects of subterranea
So long as they come home
With a credit problem

Money devotion
It's what transferred us
Into numbered silhouettes
Slavishly pouring our blood into the sea
~

I feel certain  
I once did know
more verses to this song
if you know it, sing along, I'll humm
and tap m'foot in time.

From time to time I wonder {sing that for a mile}

and find the time well spent, for joy
that does not linger, but also does not lie.

From time to time I wonder
and find the time well spent, for joy
that does not linger, but also does not lie.

Paid in joy, oh boy, I got a job.
I was about to ask for credit
t'go and celebrate, like in the shows on TV
where everybody knows
your game.

What's this joy job pay, old man?
Are you a credit risk?

I saw the point, piercing the bubble of fame
and great wealth of pure joy,
dam-bursting, break through joy, I was
making up
for global distribution…

too bad. It was about to cover the whole
earth
like a mist of water with broad band ripples
framing patterns of mind-like interaction.

Wu wu synchronicity. This just happened to
be where you looked. That is how magic worked.
{AI winks}

Only 24 easy payments.
Well, actually
- 1 easy.
23 increasingly ****** difficult.

She dons every cap,
But the credit still eludes;
The fight continues!