Broke

I have to beg
In order to survive
And I'm afraid
I'm asking too much
My list is much different
Than everyone else's
But why can't I ask
For things that make me happy
And for food
Mom's always short money
And has to borrow
From Curty and Mike
And the following 
Month
She's got tiny bits
Of cash for food
Always telling me
That I ask for the wrong thing
"I've got to find
Money to scrape together
For food! And you want art
supplies?!"
Why didn't you buy them then?!"
Cuz I bought things I could
Afford, Mom,
You know I
Put it on my credit card
Now I don't have enough
To get the things
I need


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