Just a piece of paper.
Just a little
bill.
Just a piece of paper,
and then
I could give you a ring.
I know I need to
pay the charge,
thoughts of not make me ill.
Pay and pay I will,
but not until
The damn thing appears.
Always, always on days like this;
The time ticks;
Quick,
quick, quick.
Searching madly, blindly, franticly
On and on, hunting,
Scavenging
through the bin,
Which it is not in,
Annoying, irritating, round and around,
again and again.
In a rush,
too much to do,
Too little
Time,
Time,
Going,
Gone!
But later, after the office shuts,
the phone lines cut
Out for the night.
There
it was;
Peeking out,
in plain sight.
All the while, it had been
Right where I
left it yesterday.
Today I will put it somewhere safer.
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