Money

Money slips through your fingers
Depression sets in and lingers
No gifts to buy
Why, oh why?

Can't go shopping, don't have enough
Do I really need it, it's just stuff
Can't buy pizza
If I had money maybe I would go to Tunisia

Oh, the lack
Everything so black
Wanting to get
When increase doesn't come, I get upset

Maybe, I'm sinning
Don't seem to be winning
Nothing is funny
Wish it were sunny

Increase I'll get
Won't be upset
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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