253 August 29, 2021August 23, 2021 ~ The Hermit Poet's Ramblings My car broke down today Received A high interest Payday loan No catching the bus The mechanic Will get paid I work For a dollar more Than minimum wage Scared Lose sleep About becoming homeless Only a couple lost paychecks away Eat no name can or box dinners everyday I’m told To put money aside For my old age Not in prison But Trapped In a cage Share this: Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window) Nextdoor Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Like Loading... Related