The bills are coming out my ears

The brown letters

Fill me with fear

I’m scared to open up my door

It could be bailiffs

That I’m sure

But I feel as though

I have been tricked

For at school they did not teach

How to manage money

So the maths was not complete

For what’s the point of knowing

How to add and to subtract

If when we have this plastic card

We forget

We can’t actually afford that

It’s a sickness it’s a craze

A nation

Deep in debt

I’m on the journey to abundance

But come on

Aren’t we there yet??

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