Broke?

What's gonna happen
if I go broke?
All of my life will go
up in smoke.

How am I gonna pay my bills
if I lose my job?
Will I have to think about
who I'm gonna rob?

My wife and kids
are gonna need food.
Gosh I'm getting jumpy
and in a nasty mood.

Who's gonna hire me?
I have no special skill.
Have no degrees
so I guess no one will.

I'm willing to work.
I'm not a lazy man.
Just get me a job.
Please do what you can.

What's gonna happen
now that I'm broke?
Can't breathe, can't think.
I'm about to choke.

Help me! !

For if your neighbor loses his job
we're in a recession.
But now that I've lost mine
I say it's depression.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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