I think I live in a savings account.
And my existence is being measured
in dollar amounts.
If I could just rub two fucking pennies together
I could really do something.
I could BE something.
I’m tired of being cold and living with no heat,
I’m tired of wearing out shoes to small for my
If I could just save, maybe tomorrow
I could eat,
I’m hungry now and some things can’t wait.
I’m overdrawn —
under paid —
and morally bankrupt.
I don’t care enough,
and I think
I’m too proud to beg
and too poor to borrow
Let me stop at the bank
and I’ll let you know