Fraudulent Offence

I like your card as it deceives me,
Debt is a terrible life, I know and see.
Fraud is to obtain this property
And theft is the way you take for poverty.
May you mislead knowingly another
That the legions and lesions are lessons of a mother.
I like this conviction upheld,
The marriage of money is to be compelled.
Debt is a mathematical puzzle,
One of the finest monuments called a muzzle.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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