Prompt: Write a blues sonnet
Money’s getting scarcer by the day
money’s getting scarcer ev’ry day
I’m juggling bills, there’s always more to pay.
I think this week I’ll manage and we’ll eat
this week I think I’ll manage, we will eat
but then they raise the rent, we’re on the street.
We don’t know where the next cent’s coming from
we don’t know where the next meal’s coming from
we don’t know where to find another home.
I used to have a cat I couldn’t feed
I used to have a cat I didn’t need
I gave him to a friend who could afford
such luxuries as roof and food and pet.
I don’t know how much lower I can get.
(Slightly exaggerated, don't worry - I would NEVER give away my two beautiful cats!)
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