Down there at the mall, I spent and spent and went through it all.
Then the gold teeth I hocked from my shocked Grandma
To glean more green to shop ‘til I dropped and then
To shop and shop and shop and shop …… ‘til I needed oxygen.
I sold my house and spouse to the devil of paying on time
And gave away all of my peace of mind.
My children, and worse, all my dogs, too
Were pawned away to see my way through.
Straight through the gates of Hell, oh Lord,
Please send the inventor of the credit card!
May he there forever smell
Visa plastic burn in Hell!
May he burn and churn and burn alive!
Then flip him over! Do the other side!
Then charge him one hundred dollars, Lord,
For each day in Hell on his Master Card!
I cannot even afford, my Lord, to die.
This piss ant ain’t even got the price.
I checked ‘round and found that Mister Death
Will not accept my American Express!
So it’s off to work I go, I go,
A jerk who works ‘cause I owe, I owe,
‘Til the pot of money can be found
To stop and plan a nervous breakdown.
Straight through the gates of Hell, oh Lord,
Please send the inventor of the credit card!
May he there forever smell
Visa plastic burn in Hell!
May he burn and churn and burn alive!
Then flip him over! Do the other side!
Then charge him one hundred dollars, Lord,
For each day in Hell on his Master Card!
With credit’s deceit, he would debit grief
To my life, when I would have liked relief.
May his cheeks be melting, red hot with fire!
May he reek of gasoline a lot when he perspires!
May he fear to hear Hell’s answering machine
With Satan’s collectors’ shrill words obscene.
May Hell’s phones at all hours ring him awake
With demons demanding payments he can’t make.
Straight through the gates of Hell, oh Lord,
Please send the inventor of the credit card!
May he there forever smell
Visa plastic burn in Hell!
May he burn and churn and burn alive!
Then flip him over! Do the other side!
Then charge him one hundred dollars, Lord,
For each day in Hell on his Master Card!
Whoa Nelly! Come on, Tyrone, let’s get mad at the debt not the poor schmuck who invented the credit card. Talk about misdirected passion! Please forgive Tyrone, folks. He hates the way millions of people are intentionally enslaved to debt and he hates the people and organizations that do the enslaving. Of course, the rest of us, sophisticated as we are, know that it’s just business and these debt-enslaved people are playing an important part in our economy. They are a wonderful cog in the machine of commerce. I just love being a cog, don’t you?
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