A fifth of Bacardi,
16 bags of tea,
My nerves are remixing their rhythm.
I feel that my heart
Has been skipping a beat,
But I’ve pawned my conventional wisdom.
10 boxes of Trix,
Every other one free;
The vitamins, minerals, total 13.
‘Got a similar deal
On the cans of sardines
‘Cause I still gotta get some protein.
Waves of the future
Forming behind me;
Broken past washing up on beachhead.
Will it get better,
Or will it get worse,
Debt gentrification still building to cred.