A rose by any other name is still a thorny weed.
A bank by any other name is welcomed like nosebleed.
They can change the sign out front as often as they want
But the best a bank can hope is for a slight détente.
"Forgive! Forget!" and "Let's forge on!" come quickly to their lips
But when it comes to lending they are still the same old drips.
All the PR in the world won't cover up the tale
Of how our banking system has grown lackluster and stale.
You notice 'mea culpa' is not part of their design,
Though we've hung 'em out to dry upon their own clothesline.
My bank is not my bosom friend, and should not so aspire.
Like the old-time Western, they are just a gun for hire.
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