Poetry

Bills (#1135)

Oh. Yay.
It’s bill paying day,
Do I sound stoked?
More like choked.
Already I feel broke,
After paying bills, I want to croak,
I need a serious raise,
So high the bills won’t even phase,
Pipe dream for sure,
For being broke, is there a cure?
I work my backside to the bone,
My bank account hasn’t grown,
Payday doesn’t make a dent,
After bills, I barely have a cent.

Any Thoughts?

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