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About my estate agent trying to force me to pay rent with a card that would have charge me about $15 usage fee per month!

Submitted: January 25, 2011

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Submitted: January 25, 2011



I've just been told by Burnham
That they'll come down on me hard,
If I don't sign up with Losers Inc.
And activate my deconnect card.

Deconnect is a sort of credit card
That let's you pay your rent,
But the fees and charges are hellishly high
You know it's usury-bent.

‘Cause Burnham doesn't like holding cash
They want you to cop high fees,
And God help anyone who holds out ‘cause
They'll make your life a misery.

Burnham knows how to play hardball
They've done it many times before,
They'll pick you up and toss you skyward
Then knock you to the floor.

So when they tell you that
It's time for you to deconnect,
You'd better take them at their word
Or they'll see your life is wrecked.

Deconnect card will may you mighty poor
But it will make Burnham's life so easy,
So pay out through the nose my man
‘Cause Burnham can get sleazy.

Burnham has many bodies hidden
In closets and out in paddocks,
So pay out now and avoid more grief
Or you'll be out looking for a pawn shop:

To pawn off all your worldly goods
So you can move out into the street,
‘Cause Burnham fight dirty and never lose
So it's wise to seek relief.

So deconnect as they want you to
Though it just doesn't make any sense,
Or Burnham will take it anyway
Just by hiking up your rent.

Though the fees are high and benefits scarce
Deconnect is what you have to do,
Or else Heaven help you brother or sister
When Burnham gets through with you.

© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts

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