Light bulbs are blinking without reason
And gas bills must be in season, can't
Open them quick enough, There's a strange
Squeaking in the walls and mildew growing
In the hall, can't seem to care enough.
This is my one and only offer, some fives
And tens in a sock drawer, but never enough.
And some knowledge that we might be forever
Poor forevermore. I can promise you a great
Life, you'll never be let down: full of low
Expectations, diminished motivations, defeatist
Approach to everything, unable to bank on
Anything, excusing it all as reasoning.
