Bills, Bills, and More (****) Bills

Infrequent quarters sink toward the depths of desolate sweaty palms Glum thought manufactured from the mind merge with my palm’s pond I clinch my hand draining sweat, for those required quarters mustn’t be lost I got bills to pay Pride forbids me from parental based funds It would only mean they were right So I sit lost in thought Trying to squeeze dollars out of dimes Dam I got bills to pay Regret mingles with my melancholy filled thoughts The fast food industry wasn’t that bad Yes it was but it paid the bills Should I have a talk with the landlord or the holy lord Wondering which would be most effective Damn I got bills to pay It’s so expensive just to get by in today’s society They tell me I have free speech and charge me for a phone bill They tax the essentiality of life such as water They would charge for your thoughts if they don’t already But no need to complain because that only emphases strain But dam I got to pay