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Jan 2019
I couldn't pay the rent,
I couldn't save a cent,
I couldn't put a dent,
in my loans.

The paint on the walls is peeling,
The water's leaking through my ceiling,
The family and the pets are reeling,
here at home.

I don't enjoy my time at work.
I don't like my boss much, he's a ****.
I don't like to sit here, being irked,
As it may go.

I'm dealing with these ills,
A society that kills.
Will I ever make these bills?
I just don't know.
Written by
Stephen S
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