Pope Poems: Ode To a Payment Default or My Job is Dull

The Payment Date has come and gone,

And now my checks are overdrawn

My bank account, it has not grown.

Where is my cash? This is not known.

Oh coupon payment, where art thou?

I scan Bloomberg with furrowed brow;

The reason for your absence weighs.

For three years now, this bond, it pays.

Suddenly this fiscal quarter

Bankrupt went the bonds supporter.

Lack of liquidity they claim,

And to reorganize their aim.

So now behind first leans I’ve sunk

With no money to go get drunk.