Paroles

In the mornings when I rise from bed, my bills rise with me.
I wake to the ring of a debit alert, and my account balance an SoS, a 911 not in need of police, but anything or anyone that can beg these bills to please.. let the poor breathe.
But..
Good luck trying to appeal to fuel pump.
Good luck, trying to reason with NEPA bills.
Not me though.
I use a metre.
A metre is how to see your money go in real time.
Sometimes, I want to shapeshift into Joshua, to make the light stand still. Cause it's a war out here, and we don't even light to see shege.
Or glasses.
Medicated glasses are probably 55k...
Yes it costs that much to see, to stop my eyes from being a river unchecked...
Seeing is overrated anyway.
Especially if seeing means watching your expenses become Adam and Eve - eager to multiply into more expenses.
Especially if it means debits that take the bits of your profits till you can't make profit off it.
Months without light & I come home to see bill.
I can't pay that much to see bill when I'm not in need of a Greek prophecy.
Wish I could just.. explain the subsidy.. to my credit card..
Wish I could tell it, it should retain the money it currently has.
In my current account, the currency could easily be a radio frequency.
And my savings account been saving me, frequently..
and they say... "Live within your means.."
I understand but I think.. what does that really mean?
I mean, boys in my streets wear the streets into street ends to make ends meet.
I mean..
How do I tell my fees I really mean to pay up, but they just tripled and my dad's just been laid off?
How do you explain scale of preferences to a worn out shoe?
How do you explain that most days, you're worn out too?
How do you explain empathy to your house rent? Perhaps make it... reason with you?
You don't.
You just go to sleep to the thought of the palmpay loan that wouldn't leave you alone.
You wake to a debit alert, one more bill, one more day. One more credit, 8 more debits you see how the bills go in circles, you in the middle.. now don't you... just wish you were still little?