What to do I cannot tell,
I go to work - I get unwell,
I stay at home - I have no money,
Really isn't very funny.

Dread defunct car or poorly pet
With garage bills or trips to vet,
The income's low, expenses high,
When pond'ring this I want to cry.

And so I got some well paid work,
But mental nutter demons lurk
Within my head and in a week
The whole damn thing was up the creek.

So should I try the job again,
Perhaps request part-time and then
See what my employers think
Or if I've pushed them to the brink.

But if my health comes first I should
Stay off work 'til I feel good.
But then I'll have no dosh again
And this dilemma hurts my brain.