i'm pushing my cart for groceries
looking for discounted price, i need
coupon are hanging everywhere
an offering from 25 cents to 50 cents
savings from consumable items
fingers were busy reaching them
there's no discount on meats
fruits and vegetables either
prices are like balloons, i know
how could i make it through
even tuition went up 10% too
pity my soul, we poor pray us all
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