You're Overdue

A poem about the Repo Man.

You're Overdue!

 

"You're overdue!" he almost hissed,

His mouth curved in a grin,

He shoved past me to take my stuff

And also banged my shin.

I yelled, "No wait, don't take that lamp!"

And then the demon did.

He walked through my poor little house

Taking things I had hid.

Then I thought of a devilish plan,

I said, "Don't take that chair!"

It was a gaudy piece of junk

I didn't want it there.

He took it with an insane grin,

He yelled, "What else ya got!"

I looked around, spread my arms wide,

And said, "I got a lot."

I guided him around the house

And told him where to look,

To find stuff I hated dearly

Stuff I had shoved in nooks.

At the end of this most queer day

The Repo Man was sated,

His strange and scary lust for stuff

Had now, (Thank God,) abated.

As the Repo Truck drove away,

I waved to him with glee,

For most of the stuff in that truck

I hated passionately.

 

End.

Author's Note

I tried to put a positive spin on a situation some of us have to face. What do you guys think?