The Debt

I owe you nothing
For the achievement of my birth
You are your own debtor
Now pay your own lease

Effect unto me no solace
For I don't need your
Wretched words of sympathy
The which you inject with dormant poison
And chance ticks the bomb
You have therein implanted

By which electric currents of the unknown
You either fiddle gently with my soul
Or break it into a sand of endless flint
And I must play the beggar in a poker game
And find the pity of that most chanceful god

If you have come to bank on older debts
And profit upon chances you've imposed
Begone! Vile banker, evil clerk.
I shall not pay nor money nor dividends
Nor shall I sign your counterfeit checks
You are your own tyrant in this ungraceful pit
And in it shall you find untimely doom.

Sincerely,
Your most cumbersome debt.

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