Dialectics

It's like being a hand-to-mouth existentee; I live on my monthly rentals. For a few months my tenant has been shortchanging me, so I go hungry and become desperate. I start off by subtly hinting on my catastrophic state, and wait. When nothing happens I become a little more straightforward, cutting the niceties and waiting, slotting in the demanding instead. Yet at the same time I don't want to be pesky. As the landlord, I have an image to uphold. A strictly owner-tenant one; i.e. no desperado act. But months pass and I live off the corner soup kitchen that serves adequate nutrition, but I could live better. I stave off all acts of violence because as history has shown, fists and guns never made it into the Book of Life. However, I am wearing thin, I do need my rental. Or here comes the 'Eviction' notice.