More Money, More Problems.
The power of credit can be too enticing
How can I make x amount of dollars
and by the end of the day
ask y is there so little?
Each day I owe the same company
I paid in full the month before.
I have found the money tree
it is called Me
Does any body know the place that accepts limbs
or the labor of underaged kids?
I declare!
I’m willing to sacrifce every increase
to go back to the times I lived off spam
Money has become too much
The more I get
The more it seems simple living
just goes to waste
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