Social Services...

Pay day and everybody's Hey Day;
     counting tens and twenties,
     today not worrying about the ones;
     it comes and is just as fast spent,
     scratching your head
     and wondering just how fast
     the money went
     when very little was actually spent
     on the things you truly need...
The Wolf that you feed;
     his scent linger in the air,
     the smell of pot and other what-not
     and empty liquor bottles everywhere...
The occasional bag of groceries
     amid the 30-packs of beer,
     the people you owe money to
     you try to steer clear of...
Forgotten friends return,
     hoping for their turn
     in the Parade, in the Charade;
     Fair Weather Friends
     pretending to care
     until the money's gone
     when you will have to get along
     by quick feet and your wits again...
            
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