Lay of lending credit, not make my money mate!
Anyway it’s a service I’m providing that the banks won’t to this date.
Heavy pay back terms but who’s at risk if they can’t pay?
Sob stories from the weak but they signed on the line to take.
Get them to play fair? Not a cat in hells chance you got mate.
Inequality is built into the system and it works for the rich boys every single day.
Lay off lending credit? I agree it’s a cruel, cruel, cruel living mate!
Lay off lending credit? Then who’s gonna lend them money - who’s gonna put food on their kiddies plates?
When trouble comes and everything seems so blunt,
When the road is rough and situations just get too hot,
Never you lay off,
Never you dare give up.
Keep pushing on till you get to the top.
Kick off, never knock yourself off,
Stay close to your dreams, don't drift off,
Stick to the fight with your hardest punch.
When problems start eating your roof top,
look up and eat them raw.
Don't lay off even if they seem tough.
Remain focused and all you dream of,
in the blink of an eye will be yours.
Never give up Never lay off.
#sammy kyle
You are under his roof now...
Deny it not
You are his own comforter
Lay off of me, you stubborn child -
LEAVE ME!!
You feel perfect
When he's near...
When I appear...
You draw back in fear...
You are his property now
It's SO true -
You are a selfish, little liar
You burn me like flames
You called me nasty names
Your image transformed to shame
You witch!
I was caught under your spell...
You dwell...
IN DARKNESS...
Down you go in the abyss
You are so insidious....
Frankly, you've done enough damage
While I tried my hardest to break free
From the bondage
You dwell in the shadows
With the predator...
Lay off of me,
YOU total disaster
Obey your master -
the devil...
We heard the buzz
A certain fly with hear on the wall
Twitters what was
The sorrow to come after the fall
And all my life
Suddenly undefined and summed up
In a new strife
"We have to let you go." And we sup
Nothing but shame
Before the eyes of wife and children
The empty frame
Of manhood like a rag, and heaven
Silent just stared
At the end of fragile dignity
Jobless and scared
In a small scraps of identity.
Lisa's vodka voice
calls from outside,
later than late, when
the stars have shut down
for the night, refusing
boozer-sight that prevents
one from tripping.
Screech owl's search light,
a Full-Sturgeon moon,
is still much too dark, if inebriated
to distinguish which cement walls
are most likely to attack.
Two eves past, her
horse auditioned,
center-stage,
in the living room.
He too loves a good
drink.
Excuse me, for I hear
her knock of desperation
at the door. As for Duke,
the horse; not to worry,
he can hold his own beer.
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