(Apologies to Edgar Allen Poe)
I
Tear the envelopes, read the bills-
Stupid bills!
What a world of melancholy their advent instills!
Oh they stink, stink, stink,
In my icy grip of fright!
While the stars revolve, I think,
How the hell I'll eat and drink
With my bank balance so light;
They are slime,...
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