(20/30) Payday

The prompt for day twenty over at NaPoWriMo: write a poem that involves rebellion in some way


Eff bills,
today I’m rebelling;

if my lights get cut off,
I got candles bamma
is what I’m yelling.

I’m tired of
paying taxes too

Uncle Sam,
you ain’t make the cut;

I’m holding on to all
my dollars, waving them
joints in your face
like whuuuuut???!!!

This payday
shall be mine,
to hell with
setting money aside
for rent,

come 1st
of the month
landlord gonna
be in his feelings

because all
this here money
is getting spent.

Budgeting
is about to be
a thing of the past,

that excel spreadsheet
and my savings account
can both kiss my ass…

sets are about
to be liquid fo’ sho’

Main Source
on my paycheck;

me
and this here cash
is looking at the front door,

going to
the airport
flight is booked,

the
responsible adult
in me, curled up
in a corner somewhere
acting all shook.


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