In a wallet thin, a woeful affair,
I find myself caught in a snare.
Pennies jingling, coins that choke,
A funny tale, oh yes, of being broke.
My bank account, a desert so bland,
No treasures here, no gold in the sand.
Credit cards maxed, the truth bespoke,
I’m surviving on ramen, hear me croak!
Cashiers see my pitiful, humorous face,
As I count each coin, in this tight space.
“Is that all?” they kindly spoke,
I nod and chuckle, for I am broke.
I dream of steak and lobster’s delight,
But my budget screams, “Not tonight!”
Instead, I dine on beans and coke,
In the comical world of being broke.
My friends all plan vacations grand,
But I can’t even afford the sand.
I’ll staycation, that’s no joke,
A couch, some Netflix, and I’m broke!
But fret not,
I bear this mark of financial woe,
like a seasoned sage, you know.
Laughter’s free, that’s the scoop,
Even when your wallet’s in a loop!
