Money Woes
Money woes, yeah I've got a few.
There's never enough, when the bills are due.
I give and give 'til all is spent,
My pockets are empty, except for lint.
There's nothing I dread more,
Than creditors rapping at my door.
I work hard for the cash I earn,
To get your share, you'll wait your turn.
When payday comes, I'm all a'joy
To think what fun, oh boy!
Yet spending here and spending there,
Leaves me broke, it just ain't fair.
Now don't you fret, I'll be okay,
I'll make it through 'til next payday.
In this matter, I am well versed,
I'll carry on the poor man's curse.
TLH © 02-07-2012
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