The Struggle of Nth

Overuse, Overthink, Oversimplify

 

 

 

The degree to which we suffer is surely to the nth

Forced to lose humanity, when I can't pay my rent

Swear to god

Man, I've been starved, but I don't practice lent

Misguided people saving faces beg me to repent

But they aren't out here sharing bread

They take what they can get

They don't see

They've made this hell & nothing's heaven sent

Anything can happen in the valley of the rich

As long as you encompass the almight 1%

 

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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