The morning feed
Algorithmically
Seems obsessed
With scammers bearing
Get Rich Quick schemes
As if we in
This lockdown world
Long redundant
Income-free
Have funds a-plenty
And savings to burn
As we contemplate
Where our next meal
Might be coming from
After decades as
An employee
Until let go
Between you and me
I haven’t a clue
Without a doubt
This tricky problem
How to go about
Making a living
Working for myself
Confidence shot
Fuzzy mental health
Plus deep distrust of
Those seeking wealth
Where to start
Without any plan
Never mind the doubt
Of whether you can
When a question comes
That cripples you
How much would you charge
For that thing you do
And the brain goes bang
For you know inside
How worthless you are
All that fear you hide
How could you ever
Request a fee
For anything more
Than 50p
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