Revised sonnet #1264
In lengthy life theres little left to lose
I hear you huff in horrid muffled rage
I shrug I sympathise you act your age
A sadder situation youll never choose
Theres someone worse off ever nod to news
The spending sprees to ward off woes assuage
In common boundary of weekly wage
You know that easy credit comes as ruse
To Satans glory heros homage made
To ponzi pyramid its cult of death
To fractionally fiscal final breath
To seven decades plus years overstayed
Idolatry a worry whims our way
A small time nanobot of kaolin clay
Chorus way path road