A broken back, a broken bed

My back aches like my mood,
all sour and pained,
I've been home all day,
not a single cent gained.

My bed gave out this morning,
much to my displeasure,
spilling me and my wife,
into pain without measure.

The stores are all closed,
nowhere we can buy,
a new bed frame for sleeping,
although we will try.

Work is back open,
the bed is still out,
but people are buying,
while out and about.

With the money I earn,
I could buy a new bed,
though the pain in my back,
will have moved to my head.

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