Subscription Life
Childhood’s just a free trial run, Fun and games, just soaking sun. No bills, no rent, no monthly fees, Just scraped knees and scraped-up dreams.
Then adulthood hits—with taxes due, A paid subscription, through and through. You pay for roads and schools and cops, For public parks and city shops.
No cancel button, no refunds here, Just steady payments year by year. Sometimes you curse the monthly cost, But miss the perks when they are lost.
So here we are, subscribed for life, To joy and struggle, peace and strife. The price we pay to call this place home, In a world we all roam.
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