Not even diminishing the principle.
Shuffling funds from account to account.
On account of not having the money to pay Paul, after exhausting credit with Peter.
My bottom line bottomed out.
My red, became yellow, because I have no green.
Bounty hunting, bogus debt.
Slave one, undone.
Student fees, faux degrees.
Never ending story.
Given enough rope,
You’ll hang yourself.
A very special thanks to EV for helping this baker bake.
40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam is a project in which people have joined me for 40 days and 40 nights of on-demand poetry. They have submitted the concepts, ideas, and subjects; I’ve done the work.