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5 September 2008

Money Blues

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!)

2 comments:

  1. With a talent so grand and words so deep I can't believe that money does not fall at your feet.

    (Sorry I could not help the rhyme.)

    Fantastic! :)

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