Love on Credit

She's my ever-loving bunny,
She sells me sex,
I pay her money,
But I've used up my stash
And I'm out of cash,
Now, she takes my credit card
And bills me for an auto part,
But the missis asks me:
"What's wrong with the car?"
I say: "Needs parts."
Got away with it so far.
Soon I'll need another kind of bill
To avoid a marriage chill.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 AlfredCharasz