Once upon a time, bored (and bitter) in accounting class, I wrote this poem…
I deposited my kisses into his account
As he promised to double my investment
And I signed away at the dotted line
Never asking what the text meant.
And at the maturity date, I discovered
He had withdrawn the principal
So I—left with not even his interest—
And I resolved to add a new category
To the balance sheet of my life
Thus, “allowance for bad debts” in preparation for
Dishonored notes and dishonorable guys.