Skint Poems - Poems about Skint

ever really knowing if I'm coming or going meanwhile what am I to do with you as somewhat akin under the skin yet now quite skint but taking a sprint and just for fun making a dummy run if I may say it's leave or stay quite the conundrum of all things the sum but when it's said and done of the be and end-all none for should you ever think...

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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...

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Where i live is so serene countryside green and wild, To lose yourself here , takes me back to a child; When puddles were oceans ,and mountains the trees, you wandered home happy, black face and skint knees. Each day an adventure an unopened book Hero’s we were my pal the goodie me the crook; Sticks were our weapons bushes...

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Can’t stand it anymore So dirt broke Can’t afford to build a life Too ill to work Too busy to work Too many failures No chance to succeed Nothing going right Why is life so God Damn hard? I scream to God to help He doesn’t say anything He makes it worse for me Nothing goes right My little ray of hope Goes like suicide No ray of hope Such a...

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Feel the indigence approaching Think of no-one and of nothing else Heart-breaking, all consuming Penniless pauper, from a storybook romance “No mon, no fun” I hear that No nothing, no life No growing full or fat Who to turn to, who to run from Incipient pauperdom permeates every thought A threadbare mind to match threadbare costume Unravelled, patchy, overwhelmingly fraught Never overburdened with wealth But enough...

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