My car insurance & registration due,

My cell phone is two months behind,

My cable/internet two months in debt,

My propane low, not long before I turn blue…

For now any job would do,

On my knees am I to beg,

Will work for money, food or a turkey leg,

I have never been down this low,

Five dollars in my pocket,

To save gas I have to drive slow…

I apologize to you for this whine,

But as you can see I still have my land yacht,

A place to live is better than nothing,

Or should I call my car a tank or better yet an airline…

Enough for this little pouting time,

At least for now I still got a place to rhyme,

My electricity is pretty good,

So with that I am somewhat warm,

I am sorry that here in the end I somewhat deform,

Dropping down to the dregs of whiner in form…