On hold listening to your stupid music,
oh Chase how I hate you.

“Review your account in February,”
you said.

I held you to it, I'm calling you
because I am holding you to it,
now.

As your smooth Jazz or Blues
infusions play
I carefully ponder my future.

I do not need to ponder yours.

Like cockroaches
you'll survive a fucking nuke.

Your recorded voice tells me
tells me
tells me
“to hold longer
we value your business”
or stupidity
or whatever it should be called.

I finally gave up calling
your unforgiving asses
over 5 months ago
because you said:
“Review your account in February.”

My March statement is up.

Where is my reduced APR?

29.99% is robbery.

Robbing my present.

Stealing my future.

Reminding me of the past
I can't quite shake
since every facet of this
is all fucked up
because I can't seem to get away from it.

I'm not taking any more shit.

From credit card companies,
from people I wait on,
from crazy people
trying to ruin my days.

I'm done putting up
with your incessant bullshit.

02/25/2011

Posted on 02/25/2011
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