It’s not that it is bad.
Just needs to be re-deposited.
With someone else…
Who appreciates,
Pinching pennies…
And squeezing nichels.
Knowing that a dime worth of nothing,
May give them some incentive!
Since you have left me,
Emotionally drained.
And stress is not what I value!
Or find it mentally cost effective.
Not at today’s prices one has to pay…
To keep a peace one gets,
Left to completely enjoy!
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