Stuck on a limb

filled to the brim.

All is spent

and now I’m bent.

About to be living in a tent.

Say it isn’t so.

Say I don’t have to go.

I have nothing to show.

I am facing ruin.

My temperature is brewin.

What am I doin?

What’s a good fix

before I’m living in the stix?

It can’t get any worse,

or can it?

I can’t just give up and quit.

I am discouraged beyond belief.

When shall I get relief?

I’m as low as low can be

without two pieces

to rub together, but that’s reality.

Subject to disdain

without any gain.

It is enough to go insane

causing a lot of pain.

The answer to this equation

is financial invasion.

What am I to do now?

Oh, I don’t know ~

Maybe, go sell a cow.

If I had one that is.