It's that time of the month again, your rent is due.
You'd better pay up or I'll beat the hell out of you.
Don't try to get out of paying again, I don't want to hear an excuse.
Stop trying to get pity by saying you were a victim of ****** abuse.
I want my money, I don't want to hear excuses or lies.
When it comes to giving me an excuse, don't even try.
Do I get my money or do you get a beating?
Pay me or my fists are what you'll be eating.
You just insulted me, you said that I'm so fat that I look like the Goodyear Blimp.
I just punched you in the face and you've started crying because you're a wimp.
Stop blubbering like a two year old, be mature like an adult.
And I will permanently disable you if you hurl anymore insults.
I'd like to avoid sending you to the emergency room and myself to jail.
Just gimme my **** money, I'm getting tired of having to raise hell.
Passions are for children;
A passion can't pay your rent.
Rent is made to **** your passion.
Don't you see that the real you is crying?
Wake up, you're stuck inside dying!
Stuck inside you, stuck inside a house!
Rent is gnawing at you, you're dying.-
You've been dying!
You've been lied to.
No more hiding!
Your rent's due.
Existentialism will be the death of me
As time goes by
I don't mind
I was talking to someone
Staying rent free in my mind
I get up in the morning
Ride the bus to work
Hoping it'll be on time today
Cause my boss a real ****
I sit at my desk
In front of a computer screen
I'm already getting ***** looks
From patients waiting to be seen
Do this and that all at the same time
I spend the day multitasking
When will I get a break
That's what I keep asking
Well at least I have job
And money has to be made
Cause come the first of the month
The rent has got to be paid
For all you daily grinders... I feel ya
In the morning her eyes paint the cities horizon.
Stretching and yawning.
Getting dressed; Her blue tapestry.
Opening the door to her apartment
She climbs down broken stairs.
It's payday Friday.
The mail man is late again.
Opening her box closing it right back.
She considers direct deposit,
Climbing back up those old creaks in the stairs.
To a notice on the door.
Excessive noise complaint
Rent past due
I live in a one bedroom apartment.
Everything is going great until I have to pay Rent.
One day the electricity turns off;
I have no money to put off.
The next day the water turns off;
I have no money to put off.
Then a roommate shows up,
And everything turned off.
This roommate I have keeps me home,
He keeps me awake at night,
Screaming at the top of his lungs,
Begging me to come home.
When I get home I feel alone,
Then he starts to peel the wallpaper off the walls
Like pulling skin off the bone.
This is not home;
This is my home,
And my roommate...
Struggles get tough, keep looking up and admire the beauty in life. Be happy with who you are and talk to someone even if you don’t know them.
Tell me: Smart. Sorry.
Legs that pull apart that feel like home.
Forgive me for not possessing the beauty they do.
I wanted time and risked my heart, even though now I could tell it " I told you so".
I'm not looking for that right now, so to speak, but I know you'd be lovely to come home to.
I wanted time and all I got was that and an endless amount of silence.
Another answer that tells me once again to pack up and leave.
"You. Cannot. Afford. This. Rent. "
I should learn to take my own advice for once, huh?
scraping enough coin together
isn't a sought after chore
there's always a payment needed
to settle an invoice's score
the wage packet slim
ever stretched right out
no surplus bucks for
a good bandy about
being short of funds
that's the jingle to sing
a red ink cheque account
can't afford any bling
luxury items are but
a rich codger's domain
being well cashed up
with plenty of grain
the landlord has called
to collect the rent
he'll get paid and it'll
leave a wallet dent
Let me just hit this real quick, and I've got a question to ask you.
What the hell am I doing with my life?
I've seen a quarter century
easily fly by my head, right past my eyes. Credentials fill the whole of a short list, shorthand black ink on coffee stained white napkins. Got a paycheck, pay rent, I'm okay, then. Name it, it's likely I haven't done it. The thing is, I'm short on hobbies, too. When you got holes in your pockets, watch the pennies dropping. What's a penny for a little get-high? What's a penny for the internet when I don't have a vehicle? I couldn't pay for cheap unleaded. I pay for my shows and drink the TV. Deadbolt my door and get to thinking. Maybe it's all right if I imbibe just a little more. Maybe a few short words arranged in a line, will kiss the void if written right. Correctly.
.....Five or six or seven.