Ruben Tover


Bills, Bills, Bills - Poem by Ruben Tover

Bills, Bills Bills that's all that's in my mailbox!
Bills, Bills, Bills can't take NO more of this.
Don't pay the Man he comes and knocks,
Bills, Bills, Bills everyone owes their rocks!

You try like Papa to pay
One or two arrive, each day.
You be knowin' what I say.
To work is the only way.

Some of them don't let me sleep.
They be cuttin' my bankbook deep.
They come in five days a week.
Jeez! I've got to eat.

Pastel colored envelopes
Checks bring on the only hopes.
Lottery winning it is a hoax.
Life has many jokes.


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You be knowin' what I say everyone! 1980

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, October 22, 2012


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