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About This Poem
the poverty blues song
I've got damp on my walls and cobwebs in the hall
got a rat in the kitchen
where the cockroach crawl.
I got holes in my shoes
where my toes peep through
I got a bad case of the poverty blues.
I got a crack in my bathtub and bed bugs in my bed
I got things crawlin through my hair
that make me scratch my head
Got piles of bills collected by my door
the one's I should have paid a year or two or more.
I try to get myself sorted
but always seem to lose
I got a bad case of the poverty blues.
Guitar.
I got trouble in my hovel
and the place could do with a good clean
I may not be superman
but I try the best I can
I just find things so hard to do
Guess I got a bad case of the poverty blues.
Some people call me lazy
but I sure ain't crazy
I;m a man alone in the world what can I do
I got a bad case of the poetry blues.
I'd love to meet a girly
who could cook and clean
with lots of money
so I could live my dreams
one thet would say I do
so I no longer got to sing the poverty blues
say I no longer got to sing the poverty blues uesssssssssssssss.
Peter Dome copyright. 2012.
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