Recession Blues
I look around and I see there is no more religion. Only thing people worship anymore is money and addiction way to forget! A way to escape all their troubles! Only to have their problems double! Wash it away with whiskey and beer. Drown it in a bucket full of our brothers and sister’s tears. Snort up all your hopes or take another toke. To forget that in this society we are now all broke!
Copyright © Jorie Meek | Year Posted 2024
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