Shylock’s lament
Rates go up, as well as down
And an unpaid surer cannot be sound
A penny short requires an eye or a tooth
We have to live and that’s the truth
Some call me base, my trade so seedy
But want my money, then call me greedy
Pay me my gold, that’s my solution
I care not for UN Resolutions
Debts require satisfaction- prompt and fresh
Or I grab my due, a pound of flesh
My red hat is not for show or flounce
It shows my clients I am about to pounce.
Garyswordz 