This was written for all the debt collectors, so they can know I really don't have money to pay them all in full today, or to make min. payments to all of them at this time. Maybe one day, but not today.
http://voices.yahoo.com/mr-bill-collector-5235935.html?cat=42
Mr. Bill Collector..
I Have No Money
Debt and bills
Clutter and ills-
Every day it is the same.
Looking out back, no money tree to claim-
Another bill collector on the phone...
Threatening to take everything I own.
Every day it is the same.
No money, no money tree to claim.
Bill collector on the phone...
Wanting everything I own...
My debt it is all around.
Clutter covers the ground.
What was that again? Mr. Bill Collector?
You say; you want all I own? Please come to my door.
Soon my clutter it will be all gone.
I'm standing near the door, please don't be too long.
If I've told you once I've told you twice.
My money tree must have been eaten by many mice.
I've looked high and I've looked low.
But no money can I find, nor even a job to soften the blow.
Dearest Mr. Bill Collector, if I could pay. I would.
But I've no money to pay all I should.
Soon I'll be walking the streets, because I've no money.
So please hurry "Honey".
You don't mind if I call you "Honey", do you?
Please be a sweetie pie now, and remember to come before two.
I've no money to pay you, but I'll give you all I own.
Take it all, take it at once, you may even have this phone.
You've called me night and day, wanting your pay.
I've no money, is all I can ever say.
Please Mr. Bill Collector, when you come remember I was never rude to you.
A harsh truth I told to you. I've no money haven't you a clue.
I've searched high, and low. I've looked for that money tree.
I've searched high, and low, but no employment opportunity have I found for me.
No jobs have I, neither have I any savings hidden anywhere.
All I had of value I've sold to pay my due, but still the debt it is there.
Forgive me please. Mr. Bill Collector.
You may take it all, the clutter, every single thing I own, but you'll need to let me out the door.
Perhaps you can sell it all for a good price.
While you confiscate it all, I'll go work for a bowl of rice.
I'll live in a little shack.
Forgetting forever the money tree I did lack.
Free of the burden of paying so many bills that are always due.
I'll walk to the edge of town, climb a mountain forget my ills, and stare at the shy so blue.
Having given everything away to pay the debts I did owe, I will not cry.
All debts paid in full, I'll be free to die.
Debt and clutter all around...
Too many bills, lead to a chilly ground.
Mr. Bill Collector, please don't forget I've paid my due. Now please allow me to walk out that door.
Thank you so much for removing the debt, the clutter, and stress; I'll forever be your debtor.
But never again will money I owe to you.
Because you've taken it all and that is true.
Instead I'll owe you a debt of relief.
Everything is gone, and the burden of debt it is as a crumbled and dry leaf.
Mr. Bill Collector, you've taken every single thing.
I've nothing else left, so now I can sing.
You even own the phone.
The one you called so often, now it is your very own.
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