What left is there to do?
I better spend money that I don't have,
To feel more akin to you.
The banks hate me and the credit card companies,
Are mad because I'm amassing points,
Without the counteracting force of interest,
So usury it should be brought to the courts.
My love, we are outcast we are between two classes,
One has less than zero, and one has too much,
But we can't properly be said to be in the middle,
Because of poverty, we are still on the cusp.
But it's alright,
As long as we have each other,
Isn't that right, love will conquer all?
Except the have-to-manage-money tether.
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