The Workers Are Going Home - Poem

Sometimes I want assurance from people who I shouldn’t get it from.

Like people who want my money.

I want them to type to me that it is okay that I am behind on a few payments.

Type it.

I am not talking to them about this.

I want to feel as though they care that I got a promotion, and my life on track.

Do they?

They don’t even have the time to talk to me, what do you think?

I get scared when I hear the word collections.

I don’t know why.

I never had a nightmare where some monster was chasing me, and then when he catches me tells me that I have to pay for something that I forget about.

That never happens.

So why do I tremble when I hear a company called Sun Radius Area Oval Parenthesis Cylinder Planet Inc. sent me a letter?

I have until a certain date to pay off whatever amount I already knew that I owed.

What are they going to do really?

It is not like I am trying to get away with anything.

I am putting my money towards the payment as soon as I get paid.

So what do I fear?

I don’t know.

The boogie man sometimes comes not in an outfit or even a person but of an invisible feeling you give yourself.

A thought in your head that only you came up with that is now greater than you ever imagined it to be.

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