Ain't I Always

I'm troubled by money issues, hell, ain't I always. I'm not sure how I managed to mis-plan the summer's budget so badly and well this month ain't really any exception. It's a lot of fees and other stuff like buying books for school now in the start of the semester, so I really should have seen it coming, but I guess I'm not so good at planning. Also, this particular week eats money and spits them out again chewed-up-beyond-recognition because we're doing so many random money-consuming things, scheduled and non-scheduled... but hell, you only live twice, right. It just sucks though, there's such grand plans for everything stashed away inside my head and I can't make them happen because I'm a fucking student and live off student loans. And still I'm stubborn enough to stride against this and use my only earned money to travel when I actually can't afford it, but I'm looking forward to it so badly I wouldn't dream of it being otherwise. I guess that while I contemplate matters such as personal finances (or rather the lack of them) I can do poor-people stuff such as writing. There's no fee for poetry.


Speaking of which there's been a couple of lines ringing in my head lately. I might just go and make a poem out of it.
POET IN THE JAR