Collection Day

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
A brief synopsis of my struggle against burly men wearing leather blousons.

Submitted: March 02, 2008

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Collection Day

 

I’m hiding from the bailiffs

I wish they’d go away

They’ve come for all my chattels

For the bills I didn’t pay.

 

They’re knocking even louder

The dog is going spare

I shall retire to the kitchen

And pretend that they’re not there

 

The second cup of coffee

The buggers are still here

Was sure they would have given up

They’ll stay all day, I fear.

 

Oh Barclay’s I beseech thee

Call off your dogs I pray

I know I spent your money

But is there no other way?

 

“We know you’re in there, love”, they shout

Their gruff tones make me quake

This really is too much for me –

I’M AN ARTIST FOR GOD’S SAKE!

 

What’s that? Are they retreating?

I dive behind the nets

And watch them drive off, narrow-eyed

They haven’t got me yet!

 

It’s me against the system

Like some revolutionary play

So Granny’s silver’s unmolested

Until the next Collection Day…

 

 


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