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The Club of One

7/20/2021

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So much for living the good life, my money is now gone,
​I thought the stream was endless, but I was so very wrong.

It’s not that I’m dead broke,
And lost my very last dime,
But two dimes rubbed together,
Don’t equate to a Colorado gold mine.

Without money, I’m nowhere,
At this age I want to be,
It rattles my brain and scrambles my mind, because I can no longer play,
With my circle of friends.
I guess it’s all about money,
I guess this is where these friendships end, but that’s now ok with me.

I never belonged, lacked pedigree, I’m more of a common man,
Who lucked out until today,
Once I could buy into any club, As along as the members looked away.

I think I will start my own club, defined by a separate set of rules, I will have but only one member, but it will be a ship of fools.
I will be the chiefdom,
I will be the man,
I will be the Sergeant at Arms,
I will be who and what I can,
Knowing that no one will be lining up at my door   

Cost of membership will be one single cent,
And not a penny more.

My club will be restricted, it won’t let just anyone in, It will be a secret club,
Without a beginning or an end. A club I now will belong to,
As I sit in my parlor alone,

I guess I’m still one lucky man,
They still haven’t taken my home.
So it is what it is and will be what it will be, the next time I earn a cent,
It will not be taken from me.


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