The Thing on the Table

It was there when I came home;
just lying there with it's little grin.
It always comes around;
taking what it can and
leaving you with just enough to keep going.

It's coming is impossible to prevent
often with others of it's kind and
taking it all away, until you have hardly anything left.
Inevitably, you will give them what they want.

When you do, they will leave as effortlessly as when they came;
allowing you to feel safe for a time being.
Until they come again, repeating the endless cycle.
Those pesky bills...

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