Cough drops with a cold

Cough drops with a cold
Cough drops with a cold
A Poem by Praiser

How you ever been broke
Where lent calls you dirt
Where poverty was depress to see your cries
As you call yourself ugly
Where hurt says you are rude
And question is it enough, to tell your statement, there know answer
To see your pride
Put you in old folks home
That left you homeless
Where a shelter says
You are to broke to identify the dead
Where laughter following you like a disease
And crying was your bath water
Who was the mistake calling you a fool?
Where you have nothing to give but a smell
What is life when you are broke
Where for every hate you and hell don`t won`t you
And your spirit ashamed to comfort your soul
What color is your pain
when it just scars
A darkness that can’t be call black
That`s fill with imaginations, which dreams nothing
Have can the heart pump blood in pollution
When your own flesh can’t stand your color
Your feeling has need to cry
When your desires can`t call you a man
You ask your identity?
But it drives the fast car to beat time across the sky
Who am I God
When you said I don`t have to have nothing when I die
Why do I need a cough drops for these cold
By Fredrick Pennix Aka Praiser the Show-Off Worshiper