In the beginning,
his debt will be uncollected,
smooth as rubber
that will slowly strip
to the leathered nakedness
of his rough,
quick, and self destructing,
paycheck to paycheck,
that will bill you for the choke hold he will charge for the ride,
you will be left begging to pay more.
But he’s a mouth-piece made for a crooked smile,
every word recycled,
every John Hancock forged like an adulterer
signing a marriage certificate
that will bind you to more negative equity in every promise.
And yet his aggressive tongue
will talk you into giving him a saturated credit
to his every disguise.
He will have you more than willing to buy
his every line, at any price,
every fucking day, on your own damn dime.
Until one day you realize his price is too high,
with his fines and his lies,
and all the wasted time.
So you finally stop financing his piece of your pie.