Cash Money

I’m skint, I’m poor, I’m brasic!
Would robbing a bank be too drastic?
Some cash would be fantastic!
She falls to the floor. Dramatic!

I need to do something!
Literally, anything!
But I can’t afford a thing.
For my supper, I shall sing!

Who wants to take me out.
Next time will be my shout!
Look at this sad little pout.
Stuck here, I can’t get about!

This drought is far too much.
Sick and poor, its just my luck.
Can’t get a drink, can’t get fucked up!
This weekend, writings not enough!

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