T'was the day after Christmas and all the elite, were counting their profit, those misers that cheat. Rubbing their hands together with glee, how hard did we milk them, oh goody let's see. They conned all the folks that credit was good, spend what you don't have, you know that you should. Run up the tab don't worry at all, we'll charge you interest, you can pay us next fall. If you don't get them presents, they'll hate you, for sure, so spend all your money, you can always make more. Pay your bills later, don't worry bout debt, we'll charge you some interest, the rates are all set. Twenty percent, a small price to pay, to make people happy, if just for a day. Happiness, comfort, elated with joy, empty you wallet for your girl and boy. You can't make your payment, we want it right now, we will get our money, we made laws on just how. We'll charge you more interset, and penalties too, the laws on our side, and we'll get it from you. A lean on your home, your car, or your pay, elite always win, we made it that way. So see the big picture, depressed, worried and broke, the system is rigged, it's not just a joke. So never again, give those suckers a dime, use only cash, and you will be fine. Don't fall in the trap of the greedy elite, be self sufficient, now that would be sweet.