Identity Theft

I’m not afraid of losing cash
For he who steals my purse steals trash;
It’s credit theft that’s scaring me,
The fear of lost identity.

A plastic-based society
Requires that its merchants be
Enabled in a flash to see
That I is I and you ain’t me.

The issuers of credit cards
Claim they’ve created fair safeguards,
On purloined cards my owings’ capped,
But what of credit ratings sapped?

If someone else employs my plastic,
Access to debt gets less elastic;
To make things right takes months of sorrow,
When I must beg ‘cause I can’t borrow.

So here’s a thought from one bereft,
A victim of this cruel card theft:
Start treating this like hard-core crime,
And give the perps long prison time.

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