Chill, It's No Big Deal
by William Manchee — Read all 38 poems by William Manchee
Get a nasty letter in the mail?
Send us money or we’ll give you hell?
Don’t lose your cool, don’t get upset
Chill, it’s no big deal
Creditor called and wants his bread?
Got to have it now, no more said?
Don’t get upset, don’t be depressed
Chill, it’s no big deal
Constable came knocking at your door?
You’ve been sued, can’t take no more?
Take a deep breath, don’t despair
Chill, it’s no big deal.
Didn’t pay your taxes? Owe a lot?
Accounts been seized. Now your checks are hot?
Take a walk, get some air
Chill, it’s no big deal.
Rent is late? Landlord lookin’ for the cash?.
Wants the rent or you’re out on your ass
Take two aspirin and go to bed
Chill, it’s no big deal
‘Cause when your world starts to crumble
Your lawyer will be sure you don’t stumble
He’ll smile as he takes your cash and tell you
Chill, it’s no big deal
Tuesday, July 30, 2002
From a future non-fiction title, Yes, We're Open. A guide to Small Businesses Under Siege. Copyright William Manchee 2002
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