years away from money

Workers have no country

My parents came to work

I was born here for no reason

And the rent is getting higher

Even though they let me study

I refused to work for people

Who expect me to earn wages

Selling horrors like a treat

If the children are demanding

It’s their parents’ fault, not class

When you see the pauper on the street

Remind your kids to study

You’re a stressful month away from poor

and years away from money

the children sing on christmas morn

your salary is late

You underspent on secret santa

Coworker is subtly pissed

they look at you in stupor

when you say you won’t go sledding

you hate winter and they know it

they invite you every year

it’s the ritual you hate

and it repeats