Ode to Poverty

This fuckin' breeze comes through the cracks of the top of my windows and I
Can't turn up the heat 'cause I don't have the money to pay it all and I'm
Restless and mentally fucked but I can't afford a therapist it's my tough luck

Oh it's my ode to poverty
It's my ode to poverty

I've had my wardrobe since probably high school or whatever
Everything's black so it's easy to match
Couple panties that I had to snatch
From a Bon Ton in ninth grade 'cause I didn't get paid on the right day
And now my whole world is just falling apart

Oh it's my ode to poverty
It's my ode to poverty

Peanut butter and cheerios ain't too bad without milk for cereal
If I save two dollars a day not getting a coffee I could use the filters
To wipe
My
Ode to poverty
Wipe my ode



Credits
Writer(s): Cypher Obscura
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