Check-Out Check-Mate
The grocery store isle
and I'm trapped on the board,
I have to buy food
that I just can't afford.
I take out my card
and move like a pawn,
and after the swipe
it's 50 bucks gone.
Magneted to the Fridge with my Check
Here is my gas bill
and Here is my rent.
Though I don't want to,
it has to be sent.
You might hear me laugh
when there's nothing that's funny--
I open my purse
and lose all my money.
Dear Mr. Car
Please do not run me over
I really hope that you are sober
I'd like to live another day
or to the end of rent, next May.
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