End of the month, beginning of my misery.
If money grew on trees, I’d hire someone.
I want meatloaf, like mom used to make.
They rush you, and then make you wait.
I want my cake, and eat it too!
Intoxicating smells of fresh baking bread, don’t overdose.
Sometimes I miss her so much it hurts.
If I win the lotto, I’ll be rich!
If everyone got along, things would be better.
I got a cool sars mask, I’m trending!