Monday, August 03, 2009

I'm Broke

I'm broke, the month-end blues,
when my wild runs down bright alleys;
the card swipes and friendly toasts,
catch up, a reality check, I'm broke.

The manicured, recessed paycheck ain't any help,
'peanuts' for monkeys, go eat or starve.
Gliding my pen for what? Fake orgasms!
Wake up, just look at you, man you're broke.

No comments: