Dirt-Poor Verse (Kemetic Ver.)

O Sons and Daughters of Ra-Horakty, Please lend me your ears to hear out my suffering! The new accountant working at the adjacent institution, Her heart bound by the Serpent of Isfet! The monthly dates of our salaries' arrival, Far more unpredictable than inundations of the Nile! My eyes cannot differ glittering summer river waves from mirage-clouded asphalt routes! My soul cannot decide which of…