Ring the big bells,
cook the cow,
put on your silver locket.
The landlord is knocking at the door
and I've got the rent in my pocket.
Douse the lights,
hold your breath,
take my heart in your hand.
I lost my job two weeks ago
and rent day's here again.
:: May Angelou, Shaker, Why Don't You Sing?
Very sad poem, expresses today's tough economic times
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