Tying my shoe
Tying my shoe:
Not something I used to do.
Flying to work:
An adulting task with cash as a perk.
The value of a dollar:
A bit of knowledge I learned to accept.
Because I will certainly holler,
When my bank account has been swept.
I mean not to be a downer
Else Debby will lower my hours
So despite all the stress,
I do my best to be less of a mess.
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