God Damn Poetry – Shrap
October 26th, 2011
When I check my pockets
I’m looking for change
But all the coins make me slightly deranged
I’ve got shrap, too much shrap
When I’m paying for tabs
Or a few sticky dib dabs
I’m pulling out coppers I didn’t know I had
I’ve got shrap, far too much shrap
There’s no end to this mound
Wish I’d swapped for a note
It’s too early for me to be dealing with crap
I’ve got shrap, endless shrap
Help me Metro machine
Won’t you help me clean
Out my trousers of coins, it’s damaging my loins
Bank won’t take what I’ve got, not one little jot
So I’m trying to strive, to stake out and survive
Buying shopping with fives, coming out with hives
From the pressure and stress and my face is a mess
I’ve got shrap. Take my shrap.
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