Used Up 'n Dried Up

Used Up ‘n Dried Up

You scurried away from your ancestral home,

Let’s face it boy, you’re out there on loan.

Your markers cashed in, no more favors to call,

Winds of change blowing cold, house of cards to fall.

Livin’ in a hotel, bumming dollars from the poor,

Sellin’ your Chinese trinkets, maybe try it door to door.

Your hands in everyone’s pockets, no more spare change for you,

Keep on beggin’ at the dockets, that is what’s left to do.

“You’re on your own, kid.” That’s what they said.

“You’re used up ‘n dried up; you’re bled.”

“You’re out on the street, you’ve used up your cred.”

“You’re on your own, kid.” That’s what I said.

Oh, how you fell hard for that dictator,

A long-time, well-known master baiter.

He always had you pegged as some petty clown,

Just look at how he has jerked you around.

“You’re on your own, kid.” That’s what he said.

“You’re used up ‘n dried up; you’re bled.”

“Look at this crooked path that I led.”
“You’re on your own, kid.” That’s what I said.

So, keep on hawking sneakers and your 2-dollar bills,

Maybe some will still buy plastic party-ware frills.

No muskrat to save you, no fox to your aid.

You must face the music; the piper wants paid.

“You’re on your own, kid.” That’s what they said.

“You’re used up ‘n dried up; you’re bled.”

Into the poor house you have pled.

“You’re on your own kid.” That’s what I said.

“You’re on your own, kid.” That’s what they said.

“You’re used up ‘n dried up; you’re bled.”

“You’re out on the street, you’ve used up your cred.”

“You’re on your own, kid.” That’s what I said.

Cliff Lake 3/18/2024

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