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Pound Of Flesh

Living in one renting the other Owning them both then to discover As owner I’m captive the tenant is free In debt to the banker —remortgaging me (The New Room: January, 2024)

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Hilda Greenhough

Date: 1/12/2024 7:56:00 PM

Ha ha. I love this and identify with it. Definitely a fave.

Kurt Philip Behm
Date: 1/12/2024 8:17:00 PM

Yep, the banks own most of us. Have a great weekend. I still reminisce about when I was a poor, single, writer, living in a tenement neighborhood in West Philadelphia. (55 years ago) Even back then, the freedom I felt was like dying and going straight to heaven. No mortgage, my utilities came with my rent, so other than food and gas (.35 cents/Gal.), and I only had a motorcycle, living was cheap. I was also a graduate student, pumping gas at a local station at night and making $80.00 a week. I got to write all night in between the cars coming in for gas.