Before my internet I lose,

Looks like I’ll be taking a lot of little snooze’,

And reading much more than now I do,

At least the computer itself will still be on,

When this bard will be otherwise gone…

If not this month, it would be soon,

No money to pay for this expensive opportune,

I cannot my job get back,

And with social services its money I lack…

So if you don’t soon see me about,

Know that I am thinking of you without doubt,

I’m trying to scratch my way out of the bottom of my barrel,

At least though I am drowning within my barrel too,

From what it is filled with, a caramel malt with hops, stout…J