Phone is dead
Gas is almost gone
Fridge is nearly empty
Money is never enough
Feeling pretty rough
Wanna get out of my mind
Sick and tired of life's grind
Thought we'd have more
Can't buy from the store
Bills as high as a skyscraper
Brain, nothing, but vapor
So, sit in a stupor
Feeling so-not-super
Embarrassed and ashamed
Mind goes crazy, untamed
Thought it would be different
Always feeling ignorant
Maybe, a second job will do
Stresses continue to accrue
Seems like adults aren't that adult
Life's experience and jacking jilt
On what stuff is my hope built
Must have a foundation
Some level, or station
Don't want to stay at zero percent
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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