Debit Poem by Lev Brekhman

Debit



You always have to pay, to pay...
Not money giving, but your soul.
Time-out will not come, oh nay!
The world is avid and sickly foul.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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