Everyday Stress
Expenses keep my
pockets slim.
No green paper trace,
broke,
I reach in and grab
lint.
My wallet suffers
from Bullemia.
Skinny, diseased,
plagued to suffer.
When is enough,
enough.
I work hard
but my paychecks only
go so far.
Lately,
my life has been
rough.
Too many bills,
piled high..
Mountainous, the paper trail
stacked high into the sky.
Oh my!!!!
Jared Pickett
1/15/2010
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Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2010
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