A really silly poem!!!

[Clar]

It’s sitting on the bedside cabinet
And fills me with self hate
The sight of That little debit card
Which helped to seal my fate

The long digit on the front
Is a measure of my shame
As secret as my pin
The mirrored chip reflects my pain

This little card it knows my lies
And how I squandered all
Money out and never in
Without even leaving my four walls

It wants to be my friend
And help me but nice things
Instead I want to hide it
And the memory of the shame it brings

[Anonymous]

Edit : BUY nice things

[Liberty]

Excellent, understood know it too well, but not any more for us x

[Author]

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