POVERTY

The Bailiff came today SHOUTING

early in the morning BANGING

on our front door with his fist LOUDLY

your fines’ not finished PAYING

forty dollars and for punishment FIFTY MORE
you must waste your benefit to be so poor
pay up or I’ll seize your car by four
a loan arranged I pay the debt
always robbing Peter to pay Paul yet
feeling abused shamed why
alone at even-time I have a cry

The Bailiff came today SHOUTING

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