Inflation cripples the nation,
causing an incurable bout of
financial constipation.
Long gone is spontaneous jubilation.
Replaced by torturous
trials and tribulations.
You’re teetering on the brink of starvation.
Prices surging. No more
spontaneous splurging.
Only non-stop purging
at your faltering bank
account’s dire urging.
Middle class my ass!
Status quo is a no-go.
Your meager existence
wracked with woe.
Plagued by self-doubt.
You’ve learned to
go without.
Creature comforts gone.
K-Cups so long!
You try to stay strong,
unsure where you went wrong.
AMEX declined.Not a New York State
of mind.
Change in your pocket
weighing you down – it
has you wearing a perpetual
financial frown.
All you’re collecting is dust.
Plod on you must.
Vegas or bust.
As a full-time freelancer,
You sometimes wonder
if you might have
better luck employed as
a necromancer.
Let the chips fall where they may.
They’re all you have to eat today.
—Amy Grech
Survey Says
The faltering economy is so unkind.
You’ve fallen
woefully behind. Suddenly, you’re
in an uncomfortable bind.
Your bottom line is perilously unstable. You do whatever
you’re able
to pay the bills.
It’s a taxing test
of wills.
An email hit your
inbox late one night:
Join Survey Junkie
Earn money fast!
You do some digging
to confirm the
offer is legit.
At this point you
really don’t
give a shit.
How many packs a day
Do you smoke?
One, two, or more?
To be honest, you don’t smoke, but you’re so broke, desperation has made you incredibly woke.
Not a New York State of mind.
You’re late on
several bills —
a devastating test
of wills.
Your AMEX is
past due.
You still owe
the IRS for 2023.
Oh, the endless misery.
You’re facing chronic financial duress.
Will you ever get out from under this mess?
Direct deposit, PayPal, Stripe, Venmo, Zelle.
So many
payment methods. What the Hell?
It doesn’t bode well for your current state of mind.
The current job market is unrelenting.
It has you repenting.
Kraft Mac & Cheese four for five are
the only way you manage to survive.
You yearn to thrive,
but right now,
you’re content
just to be alive.
You’re ready,
willing and able —
such a tragic,
everyman’s fable.
What will it take
to turn the table?
Corporate America
chewed you up
and spit you out.
That’s what you
get for being devout.
A slave to the almighty dollar. Makes you
scream and holler.
A modern-day Sisyphus.
You take one
step forward,
two steps back.
You wonder when
The universe
intends to cut you
some slack.
—Amy Grech
Worthy Words!