Laundry had to be done

And there was something

About some bill

That I had to pay.

 

Thousands of dollars

Spent and borrowed

For a piece of paper that says

I’m smart, I’m qualified.

 

There was not a penny

Not valuable to me

Or an edible speck

I didn’t eat.

 

But I think it was

The splinter I got

While walking in beach shoes

One balmy afternoon.

 

I couldn’t get it out

It fixed itself good

In the flesh of my foot

And only I could retrieve it.

 

And then I knew,

I really felt it then,

I was on my own

And what I did fell on my head.