You and your wife, led a joyful life,
Until you started buying
On the installment plan, but now you can
Bills
There are payments due upon the car,
Also on the electric washer.
Due on everything, inside and out,
And the duns are getting harsher.
You are a wreck, your measly check
Just won’t go halfway ‘round.
That pay monthly pest, won’t let you rest,
‘Till you are underground.
But even then, the box you’re in,
And all your somber raiments,
The coat and vest, and all the rest,
Will be bought on easy payments.
KB, 1968, Scribblings from a Hermits Pen
