My sense of pocket money
Within my wallet is not pleasing
Continually it fades away
Leaving ample forms of
teasing
Looking sadly at my credit cards
Laid waste by heavy spending
Unsteady without ready cash
Loss of interest I’m contending
Measurements have lost their mark
Stirling swirling downs the drain
With Euro mash a mounting trash
Reducing last years hard work gain
Magnitude becomes a small amount
Printing loads to hearts content
Much more latitude to suck extrude
The spatial loss of our extent
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