Chronic Bankruptising Fasciitis

With terrifying rapidity

He’d eaten through the money

Imagining it to be the birth

Of some thought-out, greater plan.

And when it was all, almost gone

And there was only debt to eat,

Unexpected costs to meet,

The old familiar life returned.

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He began to look with less concern

At myths he’d chosen to believe,

Grand designs he had conceived

For the kind of life that could be lived,

The items ticked off, one by one,

A modest list of things to own,

And calculate their present worth

In future illiquidity.