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Apr 2021
I've just mortgaged my soul
And dug myself a big hole, using fools gold.
A fast and simple deal, designed to appeal,
So easy, it feels unreal.

I’m praying for a sign
Now regretting this crime.
And being punished by time
I cannot delay I must find a way,
Or they’ll make me pay

I have no time to regret
And I will never forget, this spiralling debt.
My life now standing still
So I must summon the will to pay this huge bill.

Bewildered and dazed
I must escape from this maze
With all credit erased.
To break the chain, or suffer the pain
Of temporary gain.

Freedom's all we every crave
To win this we must work like slaves.
I’ll pay later – at least I’ll try
The credits quick – the interest’s high.

Make a deal – should I get it
I want it now – if not forget it
Within my reach – yet far away
I have fools gold to save the day

A pay day loan may sustain your need,
But could lead to debt and misery.
They promise fast and easy wonga
But to pay the interest may take a bit longer.
Written by
Andy Hunter  63/M/United Kingdom
(63/M/United Kingdom)   
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