The Eighth

Even responsible hard working people get caught in the vicious cycle of poverty.  Bilingual banter on the dreaded due date that plays out across the world in every language known to man—-

 The Eighth

Down payment

Picket fence

Little iron gate

My dream

Wait, no our dream

Is a dime more than a pence

Start next week

It can wait

Didn’t matter anyway

Got denied

Why’d you make me try

I hate it when the lady says

Here, toma

Look me in the eyes

Here’s your discount anyway

Wait a month and try again

No crees when people say

Credit score stays high

I didn’t want it anyway

Landlady’s kind of nice

Who wants things

From a dream

Like Tio’s friend

From Beach City

His payment way too high

Credit union

Can’t trust me

Five tandas never late

Even when I pulled

The last

A seven, ten and eight

Apply again

A year passed now

Juanito married late

La hija de Antonia


That nice old landlady

Forget about that little dream

Wealth and equity

The bed and refri

Like Tony

We pay it every eighth

You didn’t tell me

About the hours

Cut, I can’t stay late

Boss says

Times are hard

Price of steel

Stocks not keeping pace

Building four was a gamble

Investors leap of faith

Ay Dios Mio

Que hago

It’s coming


The eighth


If you’re going to be the people, then be the people.  No te olvides.

We all the people.

Asi es.

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