Economic Impression

Oh the joys of being poor

Don't worry about cooking anymore.

Loose your appetite to live

Have no money to think what to give

The cost of living is medical, or mid evil shall we say

They never thought to raise the income of the lower class pay

Yet what would all the rich,do without us?

Perhaps they should rethink the reason they fuss.

If they don't raise the income of the lower and middle class bums

They will try to fix things and find they are all thumbs!

They'll have no ideas from our creativity

Oh we may as well do it all ourselves, they can't pay us anyway-

All so worried about their wealth, and we just want to feel like living one day.

So off we go to work to our own final resting place-

No more fixing other peoples junk , time to save our face.

We may be poor we may be bums, but one thing for sure, we are not all thumbs!

We have talent we have gifts, we have ways we can uplift-

We can have a party invite a few good friends, at least one thing for sure, not any of them stiffs!

We don't look at there purse, and we don't care to curse, we have better things to do, 

Just enjoying an appetite with a few, 

Good chosen friends, 

Sends

Good wishes , bread and fishes, a long way

Find a crowd of such, along your day. 

There are those who appreciate

What Jesus had to say.

What is your impression, of this economic depression?

The rich do the same to the poor, pure obvious oppression.

Reviews

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i think this poem is touching and a little eye opening

[Heath Mindy]

Thank you. Glad to hear it was at least a little eye opening.