thinking about the flaws in every class...


I am a pauper
I beg for my bread,
Collect the tears that others shed
I blew some chances
Others left
me waiting in the cold.

I am a salesman,
Make my dough
Force others to buy things they don't know
I whinge while I
squeeze the coins
From beneath the skin.

I am a prince
I bide my time,
Benefit from others' crime
I click my fingers,
Summon all
rewards I never earned.

I am worthless,
Should be made accountable
I am hollow
I know why
I am worthless still

Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-07-27 at 03:16

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