Can'T Get Ahead
It's such a small death,
This being worn down
By inches, by cuts
Bleeding the wallet
Dry, to feed the thirst
The Legion of bills
Bring to the door,
Insatiate
Thirst for money.
The bills come
Money goes
More arrive.
Sighs, rage.
Balance:
Null.
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