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Angela Yarbrough

(Lansing, Michigan)

I just want to pay my bills


I get so tired of worrying all the time,
About where my next meal will come from
I feel like packing up, taking off, and just run
I wish one time when my phone rings
The bill collectors would not sing
That some old melody of how they will take everything
I want to go to my mailbox just once
And not come back feeling like I weigh a bunch
Cause all the notices in there
Sometimes I really get scared
How they don't even care
When my check gets lost
And I can't pay their costs
Then they tack on another fee
To let me know I am not free
And this is how things seem to be
So I just sit back and think
I just want to pay my bills

Submitted: Friday, July 26, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013

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