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The Rent Court

The folks were all ages And surely it was not a matter of color, Some were bold in their strut, Arrogant in the tilt of their heads, Making the statement -'You Owe Me World! ' 'If you don't have a cripe with your landlord, the line Forms here! You others stay seated! ' Yelled the barker. Young and old, Men and women Made a mad dash and lined up for the Social Service Give away Umph! 'I don't even see my tenant, This is costing me time! ' someone complains. 'You should be on the side line with the rest of the Rent collectorsssss', someone replied. A baby starts to wail... Loud! ! ! Go on baby, go on and cry! This is the rent court. 'Where is the judge? ' 'My forms say be here at 9 a.m and it's 9: 10. 'Umph! ' 9: 25 'All Rise! ' 'The Rent Court is now in session! '

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 11/18/2012 8:10:00 AM
a picture of red tape and callousness.
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Date: 11/2/2012 1:11:00 PM
Thank you for sharing your poetry with us today I have enjoyed reading it. Have a great weekend Cynthia. Love, Carol
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Date: 11/2/2012 10:39:00 AM
Ah bureaucracy at its finest,land of the free and the mundane.Good job Cynthia, blessings, Carl
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