I Hate Being Poor

There is no lock on the doors. No carpet on the floors. I want to be middle class & so much more. The sink is always clogged. My website is a daily blog. My pet is not a Polly wog. I love potbelly pigs and dogs. From the door knob my hand smells of copper. I am poor like a pauper. I quit my job because I didn't want to transfer. The 2 years I have been there has been a blur. No one respects me now or before as we were. I am friendless even though I am not perfect or pure.