Broke!

In financial terms, I am skint

In Cockney slang, I’m ‘pink lint’

In teenage terms, I am ‘borassic’

In parental terms, ‘Well, that’s a classic!’

I can’t be bust, I must be mistook

there are plenty of cheques left in my book

I have spent a bit, it must be said

but aren’t everyone’s statements printed in red?

I’ve tried my very best to eke

the money out to last the week,

but I look in my purse only to discover

no cash, and too much week left over!

I’m not the sole soul guilty of the sin

of too much out and too little in,

and I honestly try to keep it in check

but I hit the bank and then hit the deck.

There are too many demands upon my pay.

Doesn’t everyone else have to live this way-

just about coping from hand to mouth

as your credit rating heads ‘down south’?

And the bills that come pouring thro’ the door

are just about covering all my floor!

I shuffle it here and hide it there

‘cos there simply isn’t cash to spare.

I’m up the creek without a paddle,

have been unseated from my saddle,

have no more notches to my belt,

am about to have my collar felt!

Financial advice won’t help me now,

I think I’ve milked my last cash cow.

It’s going to take a miracle, or something like,

to put the wheels back on this bike!

In motoring terms, I’m ‘on the skids ‘

can’t even blame it on the wife and kids

I haven’t got those either,

aye, and there’s the rub!

Tell you what,

let’s forget it,

and drown our sorrows

down the pub!!