Payday
by David Groulx
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The
police drive by
the poor have money tonight
tonight we will be livin’ large
cooking in the backyard
boiling in the summer heat
the police drive by
We’ll be pouring drinks
and running to the store
for chicken
all night
the police drive by
tomorrow we’ll be working at
whatever we do
nobody gives a shit
after the landlords
are paid off
our backs
the merchants
holding out their hands like bums
and our children
will drink milk
with empty pockets
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