Category : Poems

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Bills reborn monthly long to call my name. 
This infatuation is not healthy.
It first takes away harvest to give flames.
Late nights out on the town only fail me.
I have read the stories of happiness
And how it will come when you least expect. 
I'm tired of kneeling for a promise. 
Lord, why don't you come down or show me hell. 

Parties don't hit right when you are dead broke.
Suicide feels nice to take the debt away. 
All this window shopping only provoke.
I want to be me without my boss's say.

If loses come from supply and demand.
My love (glock) promised a stimulus plan.