Barely Scraping By

I'm reluctant to admit,

I dream of being filthy rich.

Not to buy the latest fashion,

Or the new Nintendo Switch.

I yearn to awake feeling calm,

Knowing every bill is paid.

Have a full fridge,

And only buy fair trade.

I want to spend Friday nights

Treating my lover to fancy meals.

Ordering drinks and appetizers,

Not hunting for good deals.

If I had extra cash,

I would get an arts degree.

Spend the school year in a dorm,

Graduate to paint by the sea.

In reality, I wake up wondering,

If I can pay this month’s rent.

Barley scraping by,

I’m jealous of the one percent.