Impoverishment

Inadequacy defines me. Money is not my only lack, Pinching, as pride slips through the cracks, Overdrafting maintenance fees. Vacancies have never been free. Emptiness makes my sad soul slack, Reduced beyond what you can stack, Insufficiently, just to be. Shortages abound all around. Hardships are collected instead. Meagerness charged my flesh a pound, Exhausting my efforts in bed. Necessity will make a sound, Torturing my spirit, when dead.