Angst,
in the bank,
an expensive life,
a nice home,
a business in the red,
countless worry,
and despair in your head,
waiting for the bank manager,
waiting for a meeting,
hoping for him,
or her to rescue you,
in a time of crisis,
but usually, what good does it do,
what good it is true,
because trying to get the bank manager to believe you,
when you say you need help,
is like getting blood from a stone,
and the only way,
to get money,
from him or her is if they die,
and for you clone them,
by having surgery,
to look like them,
and carrying on their job,
oh, the things,
the things you have to do,
to get money,
what a hullabaloo.