Made of a weekend

Made from the days

Adding up

In a grey winter haze

A Sunday can come

In an easy breeze

And be off

Off in ease

The holidays are here

Confess and spend

Move along

In the holiday rush

Not one moment held up

Debt monsters

Under the hood

Of the sleek designs

Of frivolous world

Debt monsters grow

While we sleep at night

We wake up early

How we will be alright

Debt monsters live

Under the bed

Searing for you to fall sleep

With sharpies of red

Debt debt debt

No longer can they get

Debt monsters wait

Until the prey is set

Don’t let them see you

Pass by at night

Make it past the debt monsters

And you might be

Alright

Landing in vain

As the planes take the tarmac

Insults thrown away

Into the faces of unsuspecting

Leaders and friends

I guess this story goes

On

With no exact end

In vain

In triumph

I am lost for words

How a man confused

Has a position

He earned

A parachute system

Is required

When the breaks fail

No wins to set sail on

Fall from grace on

Parachute with me

Into the blue silky sea

In a time of resent

I present

An escape to land

With this parachute

In hand