On the Road To the Poorhouse
Just having some fun
The taxes are coming but I am broke
No food to eat but some porridge and soup
It seems that life right now is very hard
Now I am on the road to the poorhouse
The roof is in sore need of much repair
The pots I need are more then's in this shack
The porch now it is falling down as well
Now I am on the road to the poorhouse
I lost my job without any notice
The foreman said I'm not needed you see
No work to be had for many a mile
Now I am on the road to the poorhouse
The rest of my family is doing quite well
Good jobs they have and food on the table
Their children are cared for or working too
But I am on the road to the poorhouse
I guess I'll have to make the best of it
I will just get on the government dole
Until I find something else that I can do
So I can stay away from the poorhouse
I'll rent a room that is all I will need
I will then make it up to look quite nice
Then I will look for something else to do
Then I won't have to go to the poorhouse
Copyright © Charles Reese | Year Posted 2015
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