Credit card debt has swollen like a gout
A baby boy on the way no time to pout
No job no respect, they've all gone south
When you're way down and almost out
Lace up your boots face a different rout
Tired of hearing shame run his mouth
Be persistent 'till fear stops being a tout
Volume on blast to exhume all doubt
"By any means, I won Mama!" stand and shout
Pop champagne, before life's next bout
-- Louis Mercier
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