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Skint, again
It's gone before I get to see it
These wee numbers
They stick around for a while, before buggering off
Away to another bank account
One with company

And the ones that stick around?
The hardy few
They get converted into money
Real money
Tangible money
To be exchanged for beer
To help me forget
About the others that left

And we get caught in a loop
Everyone needs my money
The council needs my money
The tax man needs my money
The landlord needs my money
The bank just takes it anyway

There's not much left for me
But at least I have a house
With heating
And that degree didn't come for free

So we rationalise it:
The guilt
Of spending what little we have left
On a liquid
To be maligned and blamed
And pissed away

But it's ok...
Because what was I going to spend it on anyway?

I don't want a mortgage
No stocks and shares
Investment in home furnishings
No Artisan bread

Can I really be blamed
For seeking an escape
Through an open door to inner tranquillity
Like a bottled nirvana
That turns out to be a mirage
The happiness holds for a while
Before slipping like sand
Through my fingers

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from The Man Who Loved Beer, released June 21, 2015

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Kevin P. Gilday is an award-winning writer and spoken word artist from Glasgow, Scotland.

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