skint

[weedguru_animal]

I’m skint, brassic, the money river has run dry,
It’s all my own fault, about this I cannot lie.
Even the credit card has finished,
The chance of controlling my debts has completely diminished.

I cant afford to buy what i desire or need,
no wine, nice food or weed,
i cant keep living in this manner,
id be a mechanic if i could competently use a spanner,
or a policeman if i was brave,
but in regards to the laws here i constantly misbehave.

i suppose its enough to have a place to sleep,
and convert the thoughts that run deep,
through my soul and this time of stress,
which is starting to get to me i must confess.

Money, the currency that’s truly universal,
If only the last few years spending had been a rehearsal,
Id be in far better shape at this point in time,
I wouldn’t be writing this depressing rhyme.

Detailing the spending,
The incessant bank lending,
A story of financial ruin that’s become never-ending.

[Caro]

If only the last few years spending had been a rehearsal,
Id be in far better shape at this point in time,
I wouldn’t be writing this depressing rhyme.

Once again, bravo. I think you've improved, man! These rhymes are even better than before. Keep em coming!

-caro

[weedguru_animal]

cheers as ever for the comments caro. not been writing mu ch recently but i trying to get back into my rhymes.hope all going cool for you
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