Poverty

A tale as old as time

Do you mind if I write something lazy?
There's bills & a vacate notice in my drawer
So my roommate doesn't notice.
And I can't sleep
And I can't eat.
I have to beg my mind to stop
Because there is nothing more for me to do
Except sit here & watch my account
Slip down to -222.

Author's Note

Have you been there? If so, when?