Ode To the Good Times
I’m the guy, who bought the house,
Well more than one in fact,
I bought the others with my mouse,
Online while snorting smack!
The deals were easy, I felt good,
Power in my veins,
My broker on the other line,
Raved, ‘Man you’re so insane’!
‘Roll with it’ I snorted back,
My credit line is good, as straight
As little lines of coke,
My broker understood!
Now I’m in recovery,
My self-esteem’s a hack,
I'm living in a cardboard box,
And my brokers got the sack!
‘Mortimer’ I often say.
‘Our day is coming soon’
He’s the guy, who comes around,
To feed me with a spoon.
‘I know you miss the Easy Street’
Morti says to me; ‘Count your blessings,
While you can, at least the sidewalks free!’
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