BROKE AGAIN
Pay day comes every four weeks
And on that day I sit down and
Crunch those numbers until it all
Makes sense
The money comes in
The money goes out
Every four weeks it’s always the same
I get to the end of the calculations I make
And it never comes as a big surprise
To learn that I am broke again
The money goes out
More money goes out
Rent, food, bills and drink and that is it
No more to spend on anything else
And not much fun to be had as well
In this futile existence of minimum-wage living
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