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The End of the Month Blues
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Self Poetry Today, myself and my man took the money we borrowed;
And got soda and sandwich preparations for a few more tomorrows.
We only have to wait until the first of the month to get more cash;
Because, our financial situation has been fired up into ash.
I am hot, but now I will drink my carbonation;
So, from my mental energy, I can have preparation.
My man says we only have three days left; it's our goal;
To get ourselves out of the financial hole.
Wow, it's almost December; and I can tell you that Christmas is detested;
We have no money to be invested; I wish that by maggots it was infested.
For Christmas is a horrible time for me; I would like to burn down our fake Christmas tree.
This year, Christmas time is a day; that will be quite cried away.
For, this is the year that we lost our sweet kitty; we are much in need of a pity committee!
