Cursed...

Seems the only place,

That I am cursed,

Is in my pocketbook, yes my purse…

I don’t know what else could be worse,

Unless I was cursed with the black plague,

In one of my two legs…

Therein I would certainly be a mess,

Yes I would and most likely could be no less,

So let me herein confess,

If a few bucks more, I had,

Things would not be so bad…

Life can suck, so can being poor,

But I got Rufuz & Rene’,

And I don’t live to far from my shore…

          © ed – 4/29/04