My neighbours and my friends have lent

Me money in the past

Which, I have to say, I’ve spent

In living loose and fast;

No more, though, will they supplement

(I must say I’m aghast!)

I spent it on commodities

Which reached beyond my means;

Those all-important luxuries

Which populate my dreams

And then become necessities

In life, or so it seems.

My fiery red Ferrari

Which someone tried to pinch

My masterpiece by Dali

(Its cost would make you flinch)

My holidays in Bali

My Sony 50 inch.

Now through this lifestyle I have found

I’ve racked up quite a debt

It feels as though I’ve nearly drowned

Through lack of funds; and yet,

My friends feel they’re no longer bound

To stump up and forget.

They offer just once more to pay

Provided I say “Please”

And cut my spending from today

They say my ways must cease;

JUST WHO THE FUCKING HELL ARE THEY?

Don’t they know I’m Greece.