My rent just went, up!
Low, low, low...Up, to the sky!
So, let me drink
From your canteen, instead,
I was caught-up...Off-beat...So neat!
Still my head,
Is revolving from side to side
Nowhere, to rest and hide,
Bread to mouth...Led to bed!
Rent, are you heaven sent? Or just-
Another, China event,
Yeah! We owe our lives to China!
Ay caramba!
These people, can't even dance;
Maybe, for a chance; La Bamba?
Well rent; what the hell,
Its up, to the...End-bell!
By: Juli Monat
Copyright (c) 2013
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