god i feel lonely when i don’t have any money
i mean not even enough to pay for flint
to scratch out a little flame in the stove
my cats are hungry, the birds are hungry, and the mice go about without shoes

oh it is a terror this being poor
i yell until the walls can’t take it any longer
they shout ‘will you give it a rest?’ or ‘stop it’
and i hide underneath the covers until a mouse comes and stands on my shoulders

oh but i have hopes, i have hopes
one day god will address me on the mount
and Jacob with him, and Moses with him, and Peter too
I’ll shout ‘eureka!’ and run around until my legs give, and a mouse will whisper and wrap me in straw

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