Poverty, American Style

I don't have car anymore.  Mine's been
Taken.  A couple missed payments and off
It goes.  If I don't have car, I'm unable
To work.  If I don't have a job, I can't
Retrieve my car, and I sink and I sink,
Like a body which someone took out
To drop into the sea.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-03-09 at 01:10

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