The original poem of the rent-collecting bank

Officials who lose rent are in a hurry [1],

Someone knocked at the door.

Handheld documents mixed [3]:

"I also came to the camp drunk [4]!"

The bedside is covered with a fist [5],

300 yuan is in the money.

"I can't bear to get drunk with you,

Talk about the reimbursement of your sandals [7]. "