Hard Up

I'm oh so fed up being this skint
I wish I knew how to make me a mint,
I've tried all the tricks which say get
Rich quick the money I've wasted makes
Me quite sick,
Bills - bills - bills is all I get
I will have to go on the internet.

by June Clear

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