What Sir Andrew Lyod Webber would have written, had he been a disgruntled accountant/consultant.
(the Consultant)
The Tax is set,
The IRS awaits its prey,
You have come here,
To get rid of your deepest debt,
To get rid of the creditors,
Who until now have been silent,
Silent.
I have brought you,
That your bills may fuse and merge,
And your mind has already succumbed to it,
Dropped all your lawsuits,
Completely succumbed to debt,
Now you are here with me,
No second option,
You've decided,
Decided.
Past the point of tax return,
No second mortgage!
Your frivolous spending is at an end.
Past the point of if or when,
No use, you're doomed now!
Abandon hope and let poverty decend.
What Trogan horse will flood the system.
What twisted hacker unlock your doors,
Identity theft lies before you.
Past the point of tax return,
You're final dollar!
What more unspoken debts will we unearth?
Beyond the point of tax return.
(the debtor)
You have brought me,
To the moment that stocks sell high,
To the moment when debt disappears into silence,
Silence.
I have come here,
Hardly knowing my average income,
In my mind I've already resigned to it,
My debt overcoming me, quite poor,
Quite poor.
Now I'm here with you,
My finantial future you've decided,
Decided.
Past the point of tax return,
I've really messed-up now!
The creditor storm has already begun,
Past the point of tax return,
One final question,
How long until I'm bankrupt?
When will the holders begin to pace,
The sleeping stocks burst into flames,
When will the lies, at last, consume us?
(Both)
Past the point of tax return,
The final refuge,
Your final hope in a bear market,
We've past the point of Tax return.
Hmmm, I've just taken something hopelessly romantic and made it into a song about money… That can't be good for my karma. Ah well.