On the horizon I see
The wolves of life looking at me.
Form, shape, size, it matters not,
They will come to this very spot.
 
I will wait with bated breath,
Hoping for quick and easy death.
A wish the wolves will not fulfill
They only wish to eat at will.
 
Leaving only when the blood runs dry
And money no more have I.
My wish for relief falls on deaf ears
The only truth is in my fears.

So rely not on the whims of fate,
And spend time now to alleviate
The debt that grows day by day,
With spending more than comes your way.