My friend John
Shops at the Goodwill
Now that he's on disability
With no pension.
They have colored tags there,
Where they mark down prices even more !
(I didn't know that)
So I donated my old skinny jeans
(Meaning, I can only squeeze into my fat jeans)
'Cause I still have a (shit) job,
Even if it bites.
I saw a sister and her baby-daddy
In Chicago
Going through dumpsters at midnight
For food
And that really sucks.
What happened to America,
Land of goodwill and plenty ?
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Paycheck Blues
PoetryIntentionally grim thoughts written in a blue funk :( Ramen noodles and SpaghettiOs. Or, how to juggle your cash until payday without starving ! Life in the city. Chicago.
