Going Postal

I’m very glad I have a better job
Than all awaiting payment from a group
That passes what it doesn’t read, recoup-/ing
Losses by re-voting the macabre
And long-devoid of sense financial plan
That got ‘em there so very long ago,
When, putting off defaulting, and the woe
That comes with being poorer, every man
Decided there that borrowing is best.
I’ll well admit to doing it myself.
But I am not defaulting on the health
Of several million men and women, rest-/ing
Wholly on the faith that I’ll provide.
And here begins the postal fratricide.