“Broke”
There’s no more money,
There’s no safety deposite box.
Paychecks are slowing;
Grass keeps growing.
Guess I’ll cut some locks
to buy cough drops.
You tell me to push through,
“Don’t let the depression overcome you,”
to “have patience, keep breathing,”
yet as your cup overflows,
you refuse to consider giving.
I can’t pay the debts;
I can’t make the money;
So I’m not a person–
just a little bunny.
Stoke the fire;
Salt the meat;
Skin the rabbit;
Time to eat.
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