The Great Depression

If I had to pay to cry,
I'd be living on the streets.
people would stop by,
placing change by my feet.

I'd have that one little blanket,
I grabbed before I got evicted.
and a sign that read:
"I may be hooked on getting better,
but I'm obviously not addicted."

the people around me are thinking
"those tear charges must've attacked her"
and I'm just thinking,
"when will I experience the great feeling of ataraxia?"

but life is flooded with problems,
some are small, some are large.
so I'm always thanking God,
for the abilities free of charge.

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