State of the Union.

I’m dying.

Blessing in disguise: pt.3.

In this days of inflation people are dying and government is stealing from their pockets, you are indiscipline if protest, or go to jail with mobile court non bail.

A middle class women tries to make ends meet in an economy that has cut her pay and raised the prices of everything else.

Without brakes we are bound to crash
Faster and faster, reckless in our pursuit
In a race to the bottom.

For the first time many middle class Americans are experiencing the vicissitudes
of life.

A poem about the realities of technology greatly affecting capitalism, and the middle class who have always had to struggle.

Poem about the Republicans continue effort to assault the middle class.

Talking about the nicest thing about my job.