You go to the bank
On an empty tank
Then you see no smiles
After traveling miles
You talk to some staff
You are treated like some chaff
As if you are some hapless beggar
Not realizing you’re that hustling baker
You stand and wait
Till pain comes to the waist
The queue so long
The face forlorn
“Our system is down”
Our heads bow down
As if we are some clowns
The mood all down
Off we go
On the search for kodoo
Customer care
Do you you care?
