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America's Middle Class
When things go from bad to worse, Your frayed purse strings snap, Rendering your spendthrift mentality A bag lady holding the empty bag, And desperation sets in, like decay, Blowflies, maggots, mites Feasting on your defeated spirit, Putrefying the last of your dignity,
You reach for the only thing left In your depleted bag of tricks — Chapter 7 bankruptcy — And pray that Lazarus/Phoenix fates Will raise your soul, from its ashes, Not turn it to dust even faster.
11/19/09 - (1)
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