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Take a Number, a poem

Updated on August 12, 2015

Take a Number

Changed my number,

so that the bone collectors

come up empty,

if only for a time;

while I eat beans,

while I go without...

while I try to make a equal b,

while I use napkins for toilet paper,

no car, no juice, and friends hate me,

but, I'm oddly free!

Choices are gone!

you can pay on a bill,

and still be put in collections,

screwing your credit forever,

now that is wrong.


I changed my number for a reason.

All the bills I paid on left me with

300.00. for everything in a month.

not gonna get me a used car no how...

so, a big **** you to all and sundry.

Come and get me.


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      WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      BTW, Lily, this too is a superb work.

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      Verlie Burroughs 2 years ago from Canada

      Take a number indeed. Gawd it's hard being poor...You explain it well Lily, the poem is not so awful, it's touching and real, and sadly familiar.

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      Vagabond Laborer 2 years ago

      You're welcome lilyfly. My best poetry was written during the down times.

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      Lillian K. Staats 2 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      This "poem" was so awful, I assumed no one would visit. Thanks tho. Say, Will, just venting and self-pity! Haha! Awright Moon, see yaz in about 8 hours. UmmVagabond, thx! Yep, I do that poetry some!

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      WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Are you OK, Lily?

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      Clark Cook 2 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

      ......sent before I intended. Anyway, what Keats can't handle, temporary relief may descend in jetbolts of blue from the gods. Have faith in the ineffable.

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      moonfroth 2 years ago

      Nah, it's not happening to her, Vagabond! She's far too foxy and far too good a poet for the mere grinding of the world to hold her down for long. Besides, the ghost of Keats protects the Real Poets

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      Vagabond Laborer 2 years ago

      lilyfly, I hope that this isn't happening to you. If so, continue to write poetry; it will help.