Not-Bad Poem For Rent

Cursing my way up the stairs
Flipping off the walls as I come down
There are papers in my hand
Some for misfits, some for scum

I have a life to buy
Damn calls to fake
Landline deadlines
My time on sale

Shove the interests up your ass,
Not mine
Give me novels, violins and kisses
Meet me at face value
Bring some wine

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