The Pocket Nibbler

You never loved me
you just like the idea
of someone else paying
for everyfuckingthing.
My purse molested in the night
my pockets recoil with fright,
get out of my ceramic pork hollow
those pennies and dimes are mine
stop calling my name,
stop begging me for change
get a fuckin job or a hustle,
use one of those atrophied muscles
enough strength to plunder my safe
yet cant even feed your own sorry face.