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Poverty My Wife
This is a rat infested; flea bitten, trash seeking, concrete hardened, Winter frozen, nose closing stench I call life. Poverty my wife: Ash my nourishment; paper my blanket; disorder my order; Sewage my water; concrete my mattress; streets my room No-one is who I am Living to see another day my plan Been all over the place but still the same street Cracked the hardest sole by the greater feet, Which though winter or summer bring the strongest cold? BUT YET SO BOLD To crack a smile of serenity, freeing me, peacefully Un-comprehended but well complemented But can’t dare to share it With my enemies: the rich; the government; the wealthy I salute you poverty, there were not supposed to be Don’t they know the richer they are the poorer I become I know that I’m black but poverty is where I’m from They may get richer in rand but I’ve got more in cent Common and the ones jingling in my pants That’s why I say: “This is a rat infested; flea bitten, trash seeking, concrete hardened, Winter frozen, nose closing stench I call LIFE.” POVERTY MY WIFE
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