A Poem Titled Home Loan

November 4, 2019

Home Loan

You did not hear me the first time

I can smell a home loan from a mile a way

I can see a bill collector

And understand what they have to say

I can see a fight with fist

I can see one who works

I can see people half past crazy

If they think I would make it hurt

Rotating money

That funnels itself through

Check please

I count backwards

I'll continue working for fun

And on that day

When the one they chose

Drops dead on it's own

Then I will make some decisions

About how to pay for the home

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