There is a hidden message in this poem --
Slowly but steadily,
The bill rises readily.
Money thrown in the trash,
Like a fly to smash.
With each passing hour,
The bills continue to tower.
Energy is wasted, thrown down the drain,
Oh, what a pain.
The economy is crashed,
Our self esteem is smashed.
Our money is gone,
Strewn all over the lawn.
Dad works harder every day,
Trying so hard the bills to pay.
Money is tight,
But forget all that: where’s the light?!
We’ll work like slaves,
We’ll live in caves,
We’ll get no rest,
Maybe a wink at best.
We’ll all begin to starve,
Then in trees will we carve,
The date of our birth,
The hour of our mirth,
And the moment we die
With a sigh.
Yes, we’ll do all this,
Forget every moment of bliss.
Only turn on the light!
All darkness must go on a flight!
Can’t you see?
How can you waste another tree?
But that’s just the way it’s gonna be;
No one listens to me.
