Month After Month

A little ditty about financial struggles

Month after month,
going further in the hole,
till it weighs so heavy on my soul.

Trying different avenues,
to make a buck,
but, don't have that kind of luck.

I don't like to b***h,
but, who wouldn't want
to be a little rich.

Though, I would be a happy lass,
not to have to worry
about rent, food and gas.

I've struggled
for so many years,
so frustrated, reduced to tears.

I  want to make some green,
so my later years
aren't too  lean.

Fate, give me a break,
so I can be comfortable,
before my wake.


03/2010