Poverty 

Instead of pennies it rains bills, 

Debts trickle then pour
Drenching me against my will, as hands tied I try to wriggle free
from my financial captivity.
Lenders circle, eager for their share, a pound of flesh,
As with impassioned pleas, I fall to my knees and beg
Like an impoverished dog for more time.
For a single dime of my own.

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