Repost of a poem about the accountants who carry red umbrellas.
A poem for accountants with red umbrellas.
Mudlung hacking on the street corner, chugging 40 ounces, half past curfew, He couldn’t pay the rent, He couldn’t pay his debt, Now the city bridge is the roof of his tent. Now the city bridge is the roof of his tent. __ Onlyfans allowed in the room, 50 cents extra for a peak. SheContinue reading “Debt and Rent”