WHEN THE MAN COMES TO COLLECT THE RENT
They told me that life
wouldn't be easy
Yet no one told me it would
be this hard
Growing up in between
A rock
And the tail end of a broken
boulevard
A sandwich of emotions
Open
Drooling on the cutting room
floor
Sutured and silent from
bleeding
There was only one
But, I could still see two
doors
Held aloft the rising
Foam of a coffee spent
Like, who's gonna care
about me
When the man comes to
collect the rent
Ryan Alan Wilson, 24 Jul 2016 copyright RAW
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THANK YOU TERESA HEINZ ET AL
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