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About This Poem
Re-nuisance Parody
All I see from where I sit
Are mounting bills and other shit
I turn and look the other way
And only see more bills to pay
I sit endlessly reclining
Looking for a silver lining
For I've not earned a single cent
Since my tragic accident
And all I see from where I sit
Are mounting bills and other shit
My account is quickly dwindling
But these letters make good kindling
My creditors don't understand
Just overstretch this rubber band
So, when I finally snap and fail
They'll quickly cart me off to jail
The bills arrive here by the ton
I cannot pay them. No, not one!
The postage on them makes me ill
Totaling more than any bill
Next my possessions will be sold
And I'll be kicked out in the cold
So, when I finally snapped and failed
I was then summarily jailed
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