I am so damn poor
Is it wrong to want the American dream
Not to live on the street
While illegals get given some more
I watched my friends fail
I watched as they lost some more
It’s tough when you ain’t got
Told you are unfortunate
As the government spends more
While you are so damn poor
The right says it’s getting better
The left burns another Tesla store
None of it means a damn thing
When your homeless
Without food
Because you told you didn’t work hard enough
That’s why you are so damn poor
Guess I should have learned more in school
Or was born with the golden spoon
But it’s day to day
Nothing changes
When you are
Hungry
When you are
So damn poor
People come, say they will help
People go
You have become a burden, youself

That’s what your told
Because you are hurt and old
And
Because you are so damn
Poor

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe