(a postcard poem)
I do the money dance,
rob Peter to pay Paul.
Pay employees with money
meant to purchase a computer case.
Because I don't to shop much about Wal-Mart
for ethical reasons
anyway.
Buy myself a little more time.
Take the bus instead of the van.
Save $2.40 and pray four working lifts
and made connections.
Call in an old loan
to acquire $7 round-trip
fee to doctor's and back.
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