the greeterA Poem by dovetailerbanks are as fun to deal with as jock itchThe Greeter I was in the bank the other day a greeter met me just to say, “So glad you’re here... glad you came by! Please bank with us...we’re very sly! We rape and pillage your account... there is no minimum amount you need to keep here day-to-day We f**k you in so many ways.” “We take off all your checks tonight... the largest first...that is our right... we leave the small ones ‘til the last that’s when we make money fast!” They do it all with beaming smile and tuck it to you all the while they want your money...give you none I know I’m not the only one. “We’ll give you credit that’s our role... we’ll get you deeper in the hole.” They catch you sitting on your lees; they paint you red with all their fees. Life isn’t very easy now and at their feet we have to bow and while we’re begging on our knees they’re racking up those kneeling fees! The greeter’s smile with honey drips... mellifluous with banking tips. “You’re in the red? Zero amount? Why don’t you get one more account? We’ll get to charge you fees on two... a credit card before we’re through with interest, and penalties and open, closing, using fees. Next we protect your overdraft You don’t want this? You must be daft! You have to get this...can’t you see? you robbing us of one more fee!” So ludicrous...I start to smile sardonic grin imbued with guile. There is no way to win their game... ten years will pass and be the same. I thought it out and hatched a plan we’ll circumvent the middle man! We’ll work all week...we’ll earn our pay... direct deposit...that’s our way... not in our own but their account... then they won’t have to sneak about. Just take it all right from the start and leave us just our bleeding heart! © 2010 dovetailerFeatured Review
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