Forty Seven Cents

by Brandon N   Nov 27, 2012


I've got a few coins, that's all that is left
Several bills and a fiscal cliff
My house is rotting, my car won't start
My wife had to leave me when the bank broke her heart

So now I'm lying in a pool of pity,
poverty knows many people in this city
and yet I can't even buy a stick of incense
all that I'm left with is forty seven cents.

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