On payday bank balances look so good
Enough stacks to go for any kind of food
Green, red, fruit, steak, cheap, expensive
I know our minds don’t be so defensive
We all want to freeze this moment in time
Before the government taketh more dime
Hard-earned stacks, gone fast, what for?
A group of noobs waste it just like before
Get paid? Get taxed. Buy stuff? Get taxed
Mortgage? More taxes. Living? Get vax’d
Roses are red, Harambe’s still dead
But at least eh, you got a piece of bread
Taxes, shadow of payday
Posted in Poetry time: Bursts of poems