Her Atm Machine Poem by Randy McClave

If you wanna have more money
You gotta get rid of that honey,
You gotta be a smart laddie
And stop being her sugar daddy.
You gotta stop being an ATM machine
In you she doesn't see love, all that she sees is green,
You gotta see her as a threat
Because soon she'll put you deep into debt.
She wants you to always buy her that and this
And when you do she always gives you bliss,
Listen to your friends and also your kinfolk
And if you don't, soon you're going to be flat broke.
She keeps on borrowing money from you
And you always buy her what she wants you to,
She even says that one day she'll pay you back
And if she did, you'd most likely have a heart attack.
Whenever you see or hear her cry
A gift for her you will automatically buy,
And whenever she is happy which gives you a lift
It's your custom to get her an expensive gift.
She is ruining your credit score
Soon enough you're going to be broke and poor,
So, if you wanna stay out of debt and get richer
Then you gotta just ditch her.

Randy L. McClave