Lord and master, help us to shovel all our debt

Lord and master, help us to shovel all our debt
into a hole our creditors completely forget.

We wish to be entirely free of all relation
to all who so annoy us with such a fixation!

The world deserves a better place to stand and sing,
than some morbid place where collectors harangue!

I have to ask of you, dear master, why account
for bills gone unpaid when such a trifling amount?

You have strings to pull, I imagine, for your lover:
why not fill the hole and give your own some cover?

A grave that requires no coffin is a good exchange
for a debt forgotten that leaves no one estranged!

Darvish is a student of economics and fair trade,
who has retained the master to see all his debts paid.

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