Broke Town

People often ask me
Where it is I'm living
The only thing I have to say is
I'm doing more giving than I'm gettin''
They all just nod their heads
Knowing where this conversations bound
And where it is I now reside

~ Broke Town ~

We have people always moving in
To the city daily
If you'd asked me this years ago
I would of said you're crazy
After all this is America
Where riches can be found
But it doesn't seem that way no more

~ Broke Town ~

With our new formed government
Taking care us
It's no wonder this once mighty nation
Is on the verge of bust
Have to figure that what goes up
Must eventually come crashing down
And wouldn't you know it's just our luck

~ Broke Town ~

One day it is I hope to move
Somewhere far away
But that can be so hard to do
In any town these days
For in the lap of luxury
I have no need to be found
I just wanna be outta

~ Broke Town ~
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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September 12, 2016 at 5:10 PM
You think you're broke? I have to fart twice to make a "cent"(scent). I'm so broke I can't pay attention! As always Mike, Love the humor but there is also a lot of truth in this poem.
Hoffman Avatar
September 12, 2016 at 8:29 AM
Sorry Mike, I didn't know that about your city in Florida! I'll probably be stuck here in Alabama because its fairly cheap to live here…:)
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September 12, 2016 at 4:07 PM
It's really just life in general....
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