#payday
Are you afraid? You're not alone.
Are you hungry? Cold?
You're not alone.
Are you barely making it
between paydays?
I'm sure you can guess
where I'm going with this.
You may not want to
connect with anyone.
But just know:
You may have been alone before.
But things have changed;
Your boat's not empty anymore.
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 7:29 PM UTC
I’m a *****
who sells himself
for the privilege of food.
Existing in your world
of surface beauty
and splendor,
that’s the only payday
I’ve ever known.
–Ron Gavalik
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC
I know the feeling
I feel the pain
Look outside
******* pouring rain
The days are dull
And all the same
So ******* boring
So mundane
The only excitement
Is two days of rest
When you’re alone
You get it off your chest
You go to the ******
And drown your sorrows
And ******* pray
It’s not Monday tomorrow
We fought for freedom
Now we’re under the thumb
Pay your ******* taxes
And work till your numb
But don’t you worry
You’ll get your time
Just work for 70 years
And you’ll be just fine
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 3:01 PM UTC
When I turn to you for help you are there whenever you can be.
When I've seen you are in need of aid,
I have been beside you - I have always.
But there's a limit to the trust
Between the two of us.
Don't take it the hard way,
We get through the hard days.
"If you get my back,
I'll get your back on payday.
When payday comes, maybe you
Can hold on just a little longer,
I swear next time my pay will be stronger.
I can catch you up by mid-month,
If I'm not too tired or busy."
Pay it back now while you still can.
I know what can go down.
We've all been there before.
Don't get mad.
Don't get offended.
If we borrow,
We pay as intended,
Or we don't need to borrow -
Not at all.
There is a different between a pack of smokes and thirty dollars.
I maby could write off five or ten,
But I can't afford to write of fifty.
And I'll never try to shark you.
I hate to have to run it down,
But I'm not The Giving Tree.
I don't want to cut off slivers.
And I don't want to give you shivers.
Don't get cold with me.
"If you get my back,
I'll get your back on payday.
When payday comes, maybe you
Can hold on just a little longer,
I swear next time my pay will be stronger.
I can catch you up by mid-month,
If I'm not too tired or busy."
Pay it back now while you still can.
I know what can go down.
We've all been there before.
When you finally catch up to me
On week number four and day three.
I know that much is going on.
But I've got a lot on my mind, too.
I don't ever want to make you sad.
But when it's time to settle up,
Don't have the nerve to come off mad.
Is it right to make me wait,
One more day when you are passing by
Four times near my way today.
Longer and longer, I would wait.
Then you pay it back with a houndog face, and an silent plattitude.
and not even a word of thank-you.
No, not one word of gratitude.
To save what there is left to save,
Casual fruendly loans are done.
That doesn't mean I wouldn't save your life.
Look at all the ways you've saved my life.
Get your head out of your feelings.
Know that nothing petty would ever stop this love in my heart I feel for you.
But it's not worth the hassle or the dealing
When you take your sweet time,
Like plans do not matter unless they are yours.
"If you get my back,
I'll get your back on payday.
When payday comes, maybe you
Can hold on just a little longer,
I swear next time my pay will be stronger.
I can catch you up by mid-month,
If I'm not too tired or busy."
Pay it back now while you still can.
I know what can go down.
We've all been there before.
There's no reason I can think of you should think look me up for money, And I won't call on you.
That's the last thing I will do.
But, I'll always want whatever's best for you.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
Why do I still love you?
Anytime we hang out you're always gone
by the end of the night.
You never come home with me
always eager to leave,
more willing to find your
way into someone
else's hands,
than remain in mine.
I can't get enough.
You thrive on the chase,
your bountiful
promises are empty
like my pockets,
but I'm only a few days
away from seeing
you again
and I will never get enough of you.
You help me when you
arrive in two weeks time
and hurt me when you
leave sometimes only
staying for a few days.
My pockets miss your promises.
Your debits are hard to control
and your credits constantly
leave me seeking more
adoration.
I buy your lies.
I want you to love me
in the same way I don't
want to love you. I only
chase you because it's
expected,
but I want my soul back.
Why do I still love you?
I can't get enough
and I will never get enough of you.
My pockets miss your promises
I buy your lies,
I want my soul back.
A man's worth shouldn't
in (lie) you.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
If the workday
went by as fast
as my cigarette
breaks
All my bills
would be paid
and the Cancer
would take me
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC