O dearest of red faux leather
As I have taken you far away
From the terrible target jail in Houston
And have only punished you
Repeatedly
With my pillaging
For the past several years
Please forgive me
For this week wears heavy on us both
I have plundered you of entire use
I have wronged you
I have taken from each of your 4 usable cards
(and moreso is coming this weekend
from your “in times of need” gift cards)
I have taken from you everything
And left you with nothing
Although you appear full
You are now empty within
Even the smallest of your pocket change
Was given to San Marcos firemen for the greater good
I pray someday you will forgive me
As our sacrifices now will, in turn, someday
Lead to greater fillings we could never imagine
And that someday we might even be able to retire
As the social security program will be gone
O dearest of red faux leather
Please forgive me
I drain you with no regrets
It is books and tuition time, after all.
