Mr Recession!
(poem)

There use to be food in my barns,
fruits in my yard,
soup in my pots,
money in pockets,
Beers in buckets.

I,friends,fiends will drink like tomorrow wouldn't come,
Money was always running on errand either following missus to the market or towards the houses of concubines,
I never knew money had menopause or stop.

Then this friend who i met while i was dancing around in cash whom
I thought i should help,
you know accommodating him
why should I?
for he was poorly dressed,
looked haggard,
I thought I should change his life
not knowing it will be anti-closwise,

I noticed i could hear the sound of a coin in my pocket,
I stopped dancing to banks,
I started calculating every dime like an Accountant,
I became a miser like an economist,
I held unto my money like a banker,
I started growing lean like it were flowers,
I stop robust eating,
And here i am watching as Mr Recession comes to my door smiling,
How did i meet him!



Poem by divinequote'blog.

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