I Need a Dollar

by pippa (follow)

Money comes into my hand
Goes through fingers just like sand
Start up fee and ongoing cost
My mental sanity I have lost

One more payment for a book
Two more payments for a look
Air fares hostels and the food
Transport money don't be rude

Dollar coins for the washing
Who's hopes and dreams am I squashing
Working for free so much time
Effort I've made for little dime

Generosity flowing all last night
Pizza drinks and not one fight
Haven't been watching shows
What else's happening no one knows

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