NSF Charge

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
aching feet,

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
God. Damn.

I’m too proud to beg
and too poor to borrow
Let me stop at the bank
and I’ll let you know
about tomorrow.

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