DINER TALK
I am sitting at a diner bar A stolen ten dollar bill in my back pocket Taken from my father I am waiting for a cheese burger $6.75 according to the menu But it will be more Tax plus the soda I purchased Today was rough Even though it is not over It will be rough We cleaned the garage today Christ Nothing can be enjoyable in my family Money runs my house Money makes my house go round But my house is no cabaret The burger is coming I must go Will pick this up some other time
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