Hang On Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Hang On



Orange Blossom Honey
Ain’t got no money
In the lower forty per cent,
But them that do
Can still charge you
A pant load more
For rent.

Higher this
Higher that
A small fortune
I pay
For this crappy flat.

When it will stop
Nobody knows,
The fat lady sings
You grab the ring
Hang on
And
Go with the flow.

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