Credit Score

(poems go heYou walk in Head held, high and proud to do a simple task At first you wait for your turn, and then they call you up to the teller. You take out your wallet and deposit. Next day go back to the bank. Cut to the front of the line, and with a slap of the hand, demand a withdraw from the teller. You don’t care what they think. You want your money back. Again they give in, you go away. Sit alone All by yourself, and you wonder, Why? Red with rage, shaken with frustration. You wonder why? Back to the bank, Withdraw? No. You drew your bank dry. So go to another bank, get another account, but your credit score is ruined. re)