Short Skint Poems

I often moan about my job,
a certain colleague, and my boss -
I wish I didn't have to go
to work (I wouldn't mourn its loss).

Without a job I'd be quite skint;
it puts the money in the bank -
I think of that and carry on
(unsure of what or whom to thank).

written 9th November for Julia's Unrest of Spirit contest...

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I am just an ordinary bloke,
I work quite hard, but I never seem to gain a yard,
Which way do I need to turn,
How come other people have money to burn,
I don't really want that much,
Just enough to live with a little to spare,
I don't have designer clothes to wear,
Just some worn out jeans and some 'T' shirts that are a bit threadbare,
But I just need to feel, relaxed and good,
So perhaps I should--
JUST ROB A BANK!!!...

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This no-bituary appears in print,
not to tell you where and when he went
it's merely just to give a hint
he's started on a brand new stint

Forget-you-not's at all his intent,
you'll still see him if you kind of squint
please do not cry; do not lament
he's merely paused on this ascent

In lieu of flowers, please do consent
to a donation of roughly ten percent
(as long as that won't leave you skint)
fond memories, for to supplement...

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WICKED COMPANY

I was walking down the street minding my own business letting the day breeze along.
All of a sudden you pulled a knife on me and what could I do?
You took my cash and left me broke. But as you crossed the road high on your glee
a bus hit you ’cause you never looked – or was it hidden by your Burberry cap?
Now I’m skint and you’re a cripple who can’t get away so I can mug you now 
and laugh at your stupid scally chav ways....

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Nothing But Lint

Nothing but lint 
in my pocket.
 It could be said
that I am skint.
I did have cash
to start the day.
 But money, 
no sooner earned, 
is no sooner spent … 
they say. 
Now I sit alone 
in a diner cafe. 
Slowly drinking 
one last black coffee. 
But hey! 
What is that
on the floor? 
Near the leg of the table
by the door. 
It's a new penny coin 
all shiny with glint. 
Now there is something 
in my pocket … besides lint.
...

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