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They threw rocks
at me
today.
They smirk and
snicker as
I
walk among streets
and alleys
home.
do they not
know what
they
It smells like coffee grounds,
to keep us awake,
and I'll spend half an hour’s wage,
to drink it and wait.
But my apartment is too cold,
and my mattress has bugs,
and I'm stressed about money
I sit here afraid, hoping the phone calls go away.
"You owe us $750", pay right away they'll say.
Emails, alerts, calls, and texts
What's next?
My rent is due, and I have no more financial aid, or money
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I got sued,
How 'bout you?
He was a nice fellow,
if you like mellow,
I can't believe it,
He just had to deceive it,
