The Money Drain

It dwindles in and rushes out at such a rate of knots! There's little time to draw one's breath, to figure what we've got. The bills keep rising higher and higher; petrol prices sore: Governments add to our demise by demanding more and more. Yet through this vast shambolic mess we have to learn to cope: Snacks and treats we soon discard, to give a little hope. Holidays to must be reviewed, with little cash to hand: So we'll pitch a tent on the beach and build castles with the sand!