by STERLING
I’m broke
Ain’t no joke
It’s not funny
That I don’t have money
Lit slug-faced cashiers
Trying to end my career.
Reach into my backpack
Roast ‘em with Thxgivin’ clapbacks
Pullin’ out my blueleaf
While they being impatient makin’ me leave
This little cactus-magnet
Givin’ me a new shooting habbit
But anyways back to my anti-abundance
Of equity. These get rich quick
Skeems aren’t helping me.
SUBMIT YOUR WORK
