Never Really Had Much Money

by pippa (follow)

Abysmal life with little to share
Trying my best to sincerely care
Typing out daily and going nowhere
Tiny efforts made here and there

Seeking pleasure daily inside and out
Poetry performances monthly I count
Low on funds such little amount
Wanting a larger a cider or stout

Cigarettes continue to pass my lips
Getting some food to put on my hips
Coffee to wake up and a bag of chips
The key board occupies my grips

So I've never really made much money in my life
Working ad hoc jobs sometimes going on strike
Riding horses and rafts and riding my bike
As a youthful person I ask for the mic

Tell my stories of days passing me by
Still I wonder and don't know why
In my bed at night I do lye
Until the inevitable day I die

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