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Take a Number, a poem
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.