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"Free Cash" the machine said


Outside my local store.


Free Cash!! What a bargain.


Who could ask for more?


I had my wallet with me


So I pushed my card in.


I should have realised when


It quickly asked for my PIN. 


I thought maybe security


But, hey ho, free cash!!


So I keyed in the code 


Being game for a bash.


Well they lied to me,


Those evil bloody banks.


And after all my wishing them


My heartfelt thanks.


The next time I got a statement


For my meagre little account


They'd only gone and debited me


That exact same amount.


Now I know English is so versatile


With various shades of interpretation


But surely we'd expect plain language


From those financiers of the Nation.


My ideals have been shattered.


I've joined the disillusioned ranks


Of that ever growing band of folk


Who just don't trust the banks.


"Free Cash" it had  said


it seems they were having me on;


I've gone and learned my lesson.


My innocence is finally gone.


 

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