Here's to Me, Dying and Broke
I can’t pass a car lot
although four new cars, I’ve already got.
Now I need a garage to stash my cars away.
I’ll have to mow down all those trees
for a larger driveway and to build a new five car bay.
While I’m at it, what the hell?
I’ve always wanted a swimming pool, can’t you tell?
One I can float in on those sweltering days,
when the community pool is just too far to stray.
A cabana would be great to shelter me from the sun,
although I have a tool shed that’s been acting like one.
I can picture myself, stretching out with a good book and a six pack of beer.
I doubt the old shed will last another year.
I always wanted a pony but I think a horse is due.
I don’t want my steed to roam alone, so I’d better get two.
Now I need a pasture, ten acres might be adequate
but wait, a hundred acres for my herd, will best accommodate.
Of course, I’ll need a new truck, a Ford 150 with plenty of juice.
But what color to choose?
I know, a red one, a blue one, and another that’s white.
A patriotic fleet with Old Glory flying from their beds’ great height.
Speaking of flags, another I now need, to stake in the ground.
To make its home by the water at the house I just found.
A house at the shore, it’s everyone’s dream.
Five beds and five baths are definitely a must.
Cuz, when you live at the beach, on me please trust,
your friends will come like an endless stream.
I love dogs.
Dog spelled backwards spells GOD.
Isn’t that odd?
I want to get back to GOD, as close as I can.
So, I went out to find one, best friend of man.
There were a dozen other pups where my guy lay.
If I left them all behind, it would be another dog day.
What the hell, it’s just money my friend.
Now I have twenty dogs, a decision I’ll never defend.
Wait, what is that I hear scratching at my door?
Hello shaggy boy, come on in, at this point, what’s one more?
I looked in my checkbook, uh oh it’s in the red.
I guess I spent a bit too much, I’m in way over my head.
I got carried away.
I am way out of balance.
I got caught up in the thinking, ‘you only live once’.
I come from simple folk.
We didn’t have much, but we always had our daily bread.
Work hard, be frugal and save your money, Momma always said.
Yea Momma your right, you know
I’ve been caught up in myself, entangled with too much loot.
So, I am changing my ways, going back to my roots.
To share all I have and give to those I love,
Yes Momma, this is how I will rise above.
So no more a careless spending old bloke,
From here on I will raise my glass and happily say,
Here’s to me, dying broke!
11/30/2021 07:48:38 am
I can identify with this as many of my cohorts probably can.
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