OK, I usually don't splat my poems in the middle of posts, but since this was sooooo on topic...

Credit


Just this week I got eight pre-approved offers
for loans or credit cards
which makes 34 per month
or roughly one million dollars in free money

and for one insane moment I think:
I should take them all
get oodles of cash and wildly expensive playthings,
live high off the land until the bills are due
two months later.
In my entire life I haven’t made one million dollars
so the odds are low that I’d be able to repay.

I’d move to a third-world country
(somewhere that doesn’t get a lot of tourists
or have reciprocal extradition laws
probably because it’s in the middle of a revolution
or coup or tribal insurgency)
and live hidden deep in the jungle
where I’d get eaten by mosquitoes
and watch my precious possessions
rot in the damp heat of my tropical hell.


Meredith Karen Laskow
©May 19, 2004