Mr Repo Man Poem by Mark Nichols

Mr Repo Man



Mr Repo Man
He's here to take it back again
Mr Repo Man
Mr Repo Man

Now I'm here to take it back
I'm here to take it back again
I'm here to take it back
I'm here to take it back again

You never had it to begin
Again
Sometimes you lose
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you have to go broke to begin again!

Mr Repo Man
He's here to take it back again
Mr Repo Man
Mr Repo Man

We're slashing half off everything
Get it while it's hot, hot
Diamond ring? Sure thing
Can you sing?
Get it for a song

I'm blowing everything out at funeral prices
It's a real sale here folks
Step right up
I'll stand on my head to make you a deal

Bankruptcy is just a hiccup, see
We'll have you back on your feet
Credit card within a week
But for now we'll take the SUV
It once belonged to you and now belongs to me

Things things thing-a-ma-jigs
Things, they're only things
Things, things, thing-a-ma-jigs
Things, they're only things

Friday, February 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: illusion,loss,materialism,money,resilience,bank holiday
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Things, they're only things
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