I'M NOT COMPLAINING

I use to have a little spending money, but now I am really dirt poor,

I feel robbed by utilities, insurance and rent, and the grocery store,

I just got fined for my complaining,

Next time, I'll get a public caning,

I would move away to a nicer place, but everyone has slammed their door.

ODE TO THE MONSTERS OF BLING

Watch out for monsters, they'll steal all your bling,

They ripped out my piercing and gnawed off my ring,

And my bracelet of gold,

Was ripped off and then sold,

And my pocket gold tick tock was my last golden thing.