Sign Sealed and Delivered
Another bar has closed down
This time it is in my town
The only one in West Milton
Good old pub
Went broke
Down on her luck
Just not enough drunks
The money has run dry
It's no longer falling from the sky
Tighten and tightening our belts
Again the groceries have gone up.
Electric hasn't been any nicer
Spend, spend what I say?
Who's got the money for these luxuries?
This computer is built from all recycled parts.
Built from scratch.
From thoughts I hatch
Ways to endure
Ways to stay sure
With a catch comes a lure
I am of the poor.
I wear two year old jeans
That have been cleaned then dried on the cloths lines
Because the dryer has died
I'm sorry that just not a priority
Please forgive me if I don't buy your gadgets
Science at it greatest but it still has not made it here.
They want just to much.
I can't even afford to buy my own lunch
I must bring my own from home
And you are still saying its getting better.
Who are these mathematicians
I want to know where they get their figures
Better yet I want my letter
Sign sealed and delivered
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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