Every choice has a budget

Everybody has a choice

But every choice has a budget

You’re broke because you had to be

You never stood a chance

I‘m falling down the line, I fear

of downward-bound mobility

It‘s written on the wall, in tears

And carved on the horizon

In the grand parks of others

In deaf battles, losing, hopelessly

I strive to make it up the ranks

they’ll always push me down

The drool of all my derelict rants

like bloody coughs

in autumn years

won’t be enough

to make me last

until I pay my bills