(Daily Post)

I stare at my bank statement

Just about to choke

I had no idea, I was this dead broke

I’d worked so hard, but still in the red

Its all I can do to get out of bed

Not sure now how the kids will get fed

Better send them out 

To earn some bread

I need to stay in Control

Not walk around with a begging bowl

I might get a night job

As a short order cook

Or better still,

I’ll just write another book

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