Broke

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Imagine how much fecal residue you would leave lingering in your butt crack. Just because you don't have enough paper to afford some paper. Funny right? It's gives your fart that extra oomph and blocks of houses have to be evacuated cos of you. Fix your hole-ridden pockets bro.

Is the devil still right beneath your feet? Even if you're a squatter on the third floor? Maybe he moved in just like you did, but instead of staying in his hellish comfort zone, he chose to bring it close. I guess you can stop binding him now. He keeps knocking on the soles of your feet - wear high heels instead.

I hear there are two things that are certain in this life: death and taxes. Oh Benjamin Franklin said that. I'll add another to this list - hunger. The hunger that eats away the great walls of your Chinese stomach. Yeah, after all that "Chow Mein" what did you expect? Now, you live to receive the ridicule of your neighbors that choose to share with a burnt conscience.

Do you need some liquid? The tap flows freely. But boil it first so you see its true contents. That's what heat or fire does. Showing you what you are. But since you're broke and can't afford the Belaqua "purified" water, drink it saaaa. You won't die okay.

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