As brown paper envelopes lay on the floor
I cursed the Postman as he walked to my door
I’ll perform in a Circus, as juggle I can
Am getting desperate, have hatched me a plan.
When people marry it should be for life
She loves her husband, he loves his wife
But this tradition I’m going to break
I’m going to wed for security’s sake.
I’m working class, need to work to survive
Have a mundane job from nine to five
Live in a grotty Council dwelling
Have nothing of value, nothing worth selling.
I’m just stuck in a rut, with no way out
Want to stamp my feet and scream and shout
So I’ll search for a man with lots of money
Doesn’t have to be handsome or even funny
Just flash the cash, I couldn’t care less
As long as it gets me out of this mess.
There are people out there who do this.
In the world we live in today, is security worth more than love?
After all you can't live on love.Authors comment
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Published on e-Stories.org on 09.06.2011.
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