Financial Fragilities

Now December is over
And I’m feeling poor
My credit card’s maxed out
There are wolves at the door

Not literally of course
The wolves are metaphoric
But there are bills to pay
And they’re not allegoric

And though Christmas was fun
It came and it went
And during its course
I may have overspent

For we’re in January
And the well has run dry
And the gas bill is here
And it seems rather high

And while I could stand to lose
Some holiday weight
I was still rather hoping
For some food on my plate

But I can’t buy groceries
And settle the account
For the costs of my heating
(Well not that amount)

I, alas, must decline
All invitations to pay
Until the end of the the month
Which seems quite far away

Until then all I have
(And I’m not being funny)
Is a fortune in gold coins
Which are all chocolate money