“Bills!”
Bills, bills, and more bills;
Makes me want to take those pills.
Writing checks and sending them out
To pay the bills that come about.
Having no money, I’m in a rut;
Someone, “Please find my mutt!”
I made these bills; it is my own darn fault;
Where now I can’t afford, my favorite malt!
I only have one wish–that I were rich;
Which would be a wonderful switch!
Yet, knowing myself, I would still complain;
As the bills are just not the same.
Too much money is not always good.
I’d spend so much more, I bet I would.
Only to find myself back where I once was,
With no money right back in, the bill collectors’ jaws.
Bills, bills, and more bills–
They’re not full of fancy thrills!

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