The Big Sign
It was a sunny day in mid October,chuch bells ringing, I was sober.
No reason to lie, I was late on the mortgage,
I had hid all my stuff down the street inside storage.
I knew foreclosure was coming, so I thought I'd be smart,
auction the place before proceedings would start.
I had to be careful, so the bank wouldn't know.
Get my house and my stuff before money could flow.
So I signed a contract with this great auctioneer,
he promised to sell and get rid of my fear.
It would pay off the bank and a couple of loans,
I might have some extra to feed the dog bones.
What I didnt realize through all of this strife
The sign in my yard would be larger than life.
AUCTION rang loudly through my front yard.
Letting the whole city know from this house I'll be barred.
.
And I do want to sell it , I want to be free
Without everybody staring at me.
This is not the end,
This is the beginning.
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