I will never be a ‘Fat Cat’
I’d need money for that
it’s the root of all evil
needed for survival.

My bank account says ‘dry’
think I will starve and die
Its all gone, been spent
into overdraft it went.

Robbed Peter to pay Paul
crashed in the street- ‘Wall’
Paid the bills and the rent
I don’t have a red cent.

Can’t apply for a loan
no collateral do I own
bad credit risk, no savings put away
nothing for that inevitable rainy day.

Need that big ‘Lotto’ win
to steal it would be a sin.
In gaol there would be three feeds a day
Hey! Who said that ‘crime doesn’t pay’?

TeAnne © July 11. 1999