Those who say summer is easy
Know not poverty is queasy;
If only all would let me be!
Goddess, please have mercy on me.
Nothing left to pay up the rent.
No groceries, money all spent.
Just enough to feed the cats wee.
Goddess, please have mercy on me!
I cut myself off from all friends;
Bridges are burnt, be there no mends?
Where is there help? I cannot see -
Goddess, please have mercy on me?
I am my own worst enemy;
I need to learn how to be free.
Get it together, then maybe -
Goddess may have mercy on me.
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