Treasure Island

Ruben Tover

Bills, Bills, Bills

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.

Submitted: Sunday, October 21, 2012
Edited: Monday, October 22, 2012

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You be knowin' what I say everyone! 1980

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