The game
Credit is a disguiseOf a cash cow demise
With cash you lose
This is some weird news
Its not credit if its debit
Spend the max limit and you will reget it
Interest rates seal many fates
Pay now or later, it is worth many debates
Pay the bills on time
Too fast if its with credit it is a crime
Wait to late, down it goes
A credit score no body knows
Yet many own many plastic squares
What is the use of so many? if anyone cares
One is enough
For emergencies and all sorts of stuff
Keep the debit card just in case
It will come in handy someplace
Even cash should be still essential
At times wisdom wins over the conventional
Interest means profit of money
To rig a system is not even funny
Play the game and play it smart
Use intelligence not your heart
It kills and wins
Never ends, out of no where it begins
Like a virtual chess game
But your fortune not pieces are to save and tame
Some, mirrors and lies
Greed and evil to realize
Out to make yet another buck
Screwing the economy and many people what the fuck?
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