These damn bills!

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

It's that time of the month and I'm feeling quite ill.

It's the time of the month when I have to pay the bills.

My family only eats steaks and I have to pay a fortune for meat.

My son called Sweden and he can't sit down because I blistered his seat.

 

My damn wife spent over two thousand dollars on jewe;ry and cosmetics.

When I got the bill, I had a heart attack and she had to call the paramedics.

Now I have a twelve thousand dollar hospital bill.

I wish this was a dream, please tell me it isn't real.

 

I can't afford insurance and last night I was robbed.

To be able to pay these bills, I had to get two extra jobs.

I work twenty-one hours a day, I only have three hours to sleep.

It's no mystery why everybody who I know sees me weep.

 

I don't have enough money left to buy food for a mouse.

And the stinking bank is going to foreclose on my house.

My family is the reason for these bills that I receive.

If there is a God, they will pack their bags and leave.