Kick Rocks, Economy.

No, seriously. No long words, just another poem written today. I'll call it celebratory venting, if you will.

Our Broken Pockets

F_ck whoever shut down my dreams, look what it cost me
Now I’m paying for college with the full fee

Daddy lost his job, momma working too hard
And now my sister probably won’t even make it this far

F_ck America now, the whole system’s a scam
And if somebody makes it, then they’ll be damned

So, you’re telling me that two months woulda made a difference
And my parents wouldn’t live cold trying to pay my tuition

It’s like you gotta be rich or dirt poor to get by
The middle people ain’t financially fit to survive

World, your letting me down, we’re all terrified
Don’t you see the look off homelessness welling in their eyes

Trust me, when they fall it’s a heavy crime you’ll commit
You’ve created a problem even dear God couldn’t fix