The Fairness of Money poem


(Blues-style poem)

<<Story related to the poem>>

It’s the tradition, it’s the custom,
That you have to follow,
Oh, why you look so glum?

Those past get-together,
Where were you?
Your turn to pay now, don’t be a dodger!

The eating house is all cleaned up,
No trace of the lavish party,
Your modest monthly wage is too burnt up!

Image credit
by David Woo.