One week until pay day,
bank balance at zero,
one click on the pound banner,
I feel like a hero,
the company accepted
my quick application,
the money transferred
with no hesitation,
six thousand percent,
no longer in small print,
a sign of the times,
ignore it when you’re skint,
six thousand percent,
this mammoth APR,
ensures that my wages,
will not be going far,
on the day in question,
a kindly phone call,
a deferment option,
is presented in full,
just pay the interest,
we’ll carry your balance,
no need to worry,
you know it makes sense,
I decline to pay either,
avoiding their trap,
I cancel my card,
how d’you like that crap?
My credit rating,
long since ruptured,
I cancel also,
my direct debit instruction,
please send me your letters,
your threats and demands,
I’ll recycle them all,
into Happy Bankruptcy cards
Welcome to real life..
despite the outcome, love this..
yes, these credit cards \are a trap. your poem captures it well especially with its biting ending
Thanks for reading mate. See you in Oz!
Been there…cut them up…we had no income for about four years. My husband was finally able to find a job…we have decided to continue in credit card lock down…paid off and gone…Cash and Carry!
Peach State
Haha! Yeah, good plan. Cut them up and cut them out!
love this – reality bites ! c’est la vie!
Thank you! Take it easy!
I listened, it is a rap I think, enjoyed!
Thanks for listening! See you around!
Sign of the times, been there too. Interesting subject for a poem. Good job
It’s very hard to live in this world without a credit card, especially if you want to purchase anything online. Still, I think the world would be a better place without them.
Clever subject matter – frustration, denial, and anger at an unfair system.
I write a weekly column in my local newspaper entitled “The Unemployment Line.” Unfortunately, many who find themselves on the street exhaust all resources and are forced to use credit. This economy is Usury Heaven for the banks. Ah, the banks!
I have one card: a debit card. When the money’s gone, the money’s gone.
Good poem.
Thanks for your comment. Yes, I know what you mean. I just hate the way it’s all so heavily weighted against the lowest incomes. There is a street near me with an unemployment office next to a high interest cheque cashing money shop, which is next to a bookmakers..
hilarious! fantastic write up.
Oh, yes. Yes indeed. Well said.
Thank you. See you around the pages!
Something many can relate to I’m sure…