Most of them think they are needed
Indebted bankers, surviving on
missed calls
Soon they'll discover life is
more than installments,
bare chested heroines
submerged
in debt
A solitary straw
in an empty glass
half sliced
lemon in a crystal plaque
Who will call you when your
bundles wrap,
Shame isn't smoking
but it is
in the borrowed match
A bank is a bank, only if we
go back
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July 2015
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