Getting the monkey off your back!

Look, go to france! Yes, go to france boy. Often mother's last stance, when she was annoyed. We all know mothers, one thing they fret! Avoiding words with 4 letters, words they would regret. Cussing the kids politely, using obscenity with tact. Telling us kids kindly: get the monkey off my back. Rain rain go to spain, and never come again. These children seem pained, looking helpless at the rain. This their unanimous cry, wishing the rain away. Anything they will try, on their mind is play. Kids don't need diplomacy, they don't need tact. What they mean simply: get the monkey off my back! You filed for bankruptcy; protection from the courts. You know you owe money, but creditors you must thwart. Mail after mail coming, not to mention your phone. Your bills just not going; lord, you are debt prone. You don't have money, that is the fact. Wall street: this not funny. Get your monkeys off my back!
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Posted: Jan 2011
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talk about being ridden!

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ReaderOfSouls
This is wonderful, faith! And truer words never written. thumbs up applause
agoodguy2have
very clever write B.F. ;-)
byfaith
thank you good guy. i am happy you liked that one!::cheers:
byfaith
thanks readerof souls,good to know you agree!thumbs up
byfaith
thought i could produce a smile today.
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