Sunday, August 7, 2022

Two Cents

blasted faster than a flex stands
branded last the palm of both hands
chained and feeling like a free man
broke month but hauled in four grand

spent on rent and checks sent 
resources leeched without a red cent
double fisting my drinks just to seep up
the doublethink needed to keep up

half crazy and anxious getting bills paid
civilization the game the player gets played

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