Poor

Anyone poor understands how extortionate it is to be needy,

How hard life is to find yourself destitute,

Where are all those friends you once made?

Nowhere to be seen,

Disappeared into space.

Substandard life is what you have,

That's okay,

You feel you deserve it that way.

They don't like to make it easy you see,

Maybe you could be something if you had the money.

One more kick they give,

Down you fall,

Back in your place,

What a disgrace.

Living on the breadline is an expensive thing,

They don't care about you,

Or that you're probably crying.

© 2017 MK AC Nevin-Crooks

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