The economy sure sucks right now.
My bank account’s a bit anemic.
Checkup at the credit doctor?
I hold back the rising panic.
All the numbers go in the spreadsheet.
Electric. Food. Taxes. Mortgage.
You get to see in terrible detail.
How much your debt holds you in bondage.
Cheerful lady’s recommendations.
Come streaming from her lips.
“You must stick to a tight budget.
Here are some spending tips.”
“Trim down. Not your waist, your wallet.
Keep track of ALL your spending.”
I’m already on a dollar diet!
My restrictions never ending.
“Don’t spend too much on hobbies.
Unneeded travel and the like.
OH. How much is the Harley worth?
Can you sell the bike?”
I should have seen it coming.
She’s looking for “excess”.
The stony look I gave her.
Said more than words could express.
“It saves her tons on gas to ride.”
My mate started to explain.
That was least of the reasons to keep it.
The greatest being, it keeps me sane.
Conservation seemed a good enough reason.
To justify the “extraneous” cost.
It may have been viewed as a little weird.
To say without my bike, I’d feel lost.
How can you explain it, anyway?
To someone who doesn’t ride.
That I sacrifice to make that payment.
Let other wants and needs be denied.
©October 14, 2011 Lisa Hourigan