My blood monitor has broken down
And my computer is falling apart
My love love-life is non-existence
But those aren't on my mind
I am scheming a way to get more money
Money for food
To provide nourishment for my family
And those things to entertain me
Should I rob a bank?
However, if I get caught
I'll get deported
If I get a job, I'll lose my penison
It sucks being old and unable to work
What I want is my poetry work for me
I am sick of living for art and poetry
And to get grant from either country
Is impossible
For I have a bum education
And I am an unknown