I have a bunch a cash changed for coins.
With two sides each I’m glancing at the choices.
I need to pay my bills that creep into my wallet like a pick pocket.
The plans and mishaps we have are in the wind like a burnt out fire
Choking the past so much it coughs it’s heart out.
Let’s put those bills in the adult section with trying to decide who you are and health insurance.
Compartmentalising, is there a sweeter word?