This is about struggling among the bottom poor, While trying hard to get by, but having the desire to climb above "ones own, prolonged life" filled with dead ends to nowhere.
I just want to make a decent living
but what I need is not for the giving.
I can’t even take what I need
because there is nothing for the taking.
This life of living
without no giving
and nothing for the taking
is making me want So Bad
for all I never had,
that I feel, in order to satisfy my sensational desire
to squelch this oppression from keeping me in the mire,
that I need to do something drastic
like beg like I never did before,
for someone to open the right door!
What else is left for me to do
to undo this unfortunate endemic economic dilemma?
Must I endue myself with the faculties of a madman as Hamlet,
or attempt to dignify myself with angelic wings
in order to fly where birds of a feather have never attempted to fly?
Is there anything I can do to justifiably rectify
all that appears to be denied to me?
Somewhere over the rainbow
there must be
an outlet for networking
away from this primordial uncivilized society
with a knee-jerking habitual approach
towards fair marketability without reproach.
I’m tired of those
that do nothing more than pacify my life of begrudgery!
To be begrudged, will never open the door to opportunity.
I have even attempted to barter my wares,
but still cannot make aware to those that think they care,
that I need to get to my somewhere.
I need more than sympathy, understanding and empathy
because my pockets have too long been empty.
I need CASH…
Where for art thou my green pastures?
I hope not in the ever-after!
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