I wonder if young Shakespeare ever took a payday loan
When he wrote of Shylock, that usurer well-known.
A pound of flesh is just about what you must sure forgo
If you deal with leeches at the local Check-N-Go.
You sign away your livelihood, your auto, and mink stole.
The Devil’s terms are easier; he only wants your soul!
Or you could always rob a bank, because first-time offenders
Are locked away with bed and board, and do not deal with lenders.
Check City battens on the poor and gullible amigo
Who doesn’t realize the rules are worse than in Stratego.
One minute late, one penny short, and suddenly they find
They are in an iron-clad and suffocating bind.
There is no Good Samaritan to help them find relief;
Only legislators who do not give a fig leaf.
Shout this from the mountaintops, but only if you dare
Face the Lender’s Lobby, who have a million bucks to spare.