Mess
Up and down the highway,what a life to lead.
But to often that is what happens when bills follow greed.
So we have most of what we want,
Now to pay for it,up and down the road I jaunt.
Going here and there,back and forth along the way.
Over hill and through the dale,what a long freaking day.
Now the things that I wanted,I leave all alone.
I can't really use them,I am never freaking home.
So why did I buy them,A brain tease I guess,
All they did for me was put me in a financial mess.
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