Plastic


Oh, it's only a piece of plastic.
How could it be so great.
Makes you wonder if it's fake.

With all the numbers in a row,
You can buy TVs and stereos.

As long as you have your MasterCard or Visa,
You can easily buy anything within reach.

Wally-Mart says, "Sign on the line,
And everything will be fine."

No one seems to realize how much they bought,
Until the bills come in the mailbox.

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