Short Changed  

I am lying on the floor
I can see opportunities door
still I get kicked
still I am poor  .
The boot hurts
as it connects
the boot stamps out
my feeble reflex .
As my hands claw
for a final pound
that bounces down
the devils steps .
Under a chair
I find some money
I can't believe some bastard
didn't beat me there
I can't believe it may turn sunny .
Iam now in a state of derranged
as I hop to the shop
only to return
short changed
when will it ever stop .