The Bank

There has always been the question,
What else in all creation
Could set our troubled emotions
In a state of enormous relaxation
By feeling our ego with satisfaction
And the gladdening notion
Of the safety of our monetary possessions?

When the basic requirements
For our dream investments
Are the only retardments
To our desired accomplishments
After all the disappointment,
There's still one hope of commitment
A loan from the bank to our excitement.

What makes it more intresting
Is that after accomplishing
The aim of being hardworking,
And now always pondering
On how to keep it growing
There still, is the bank advising
On how to remain outstanding.

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