My paycheck is a very tiny thing.
What size is yours?
I need a microscope to read it.
Then I get depressed.
The bank teller laughs at my deposit.
She tries to hide it but I know the difference
between a cough and a snicker.
I'm gonna get money somewhere.
Piles of it.
I deserve it. Don't I?
Until then I will appreciate
the holes in my socks.
The way my bare heel feels against
the inside of my worn out sneaker.
That's Living In The Now at it's best, baby.
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