Change?Not the pocket kind...
Well, Whose Pocket has my life?
Or is my change generic?
Part of many? In a bowl?
Changing hands over trivial things,Parking Tickets, Aspirin and Smokes?
Waking up; its Winter.
Washing, Grooming;
Moving gears;
In a Giant Machine?
Do I know me at all?
Waiting for the end,
The 25th;
End of the Month;
Waiting, To begin Again;
For the Ritual,
Of being Broke Again...
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