Mr. Charlie Poem by Thyris Taylor

Lord hav mercy heah come Mr. Charlie,
He gone want his rent money,
and I sho don'tgot it.

Heyyyy Mr. Charlie how you doin,
come on in out of the weather. To
what do I owe the pleasure?

I didn't know I was that far behind,
You say you sent a letter, I haven't
seen anything of the kind.

Well I believe I did get yo call,
right before they cut off my phone,
Don't that beat all?

It is important to have a roof over ya head,
but the water pump went out, and you know, the
children have to be fed.

This is real talk Mr. Charlie no more lies,
I will pay what I owe you right on time,
the good lord willing and the creek don't rise.