IN IMPOVERISHED MIND-
Sterling silver thoughts
Wirds spoken of pure gold
Transfer of mutual funds bought
Bank account thousands fold
Whom am I to with drawn
Brain dead, no more communication bankrupt, no surplus in poverty.
Impovished, delinquent No monies
Mentallly arthritis in the brain
No home, no family just freedom rain
6/3/26
Written words by James E Lee Sr2026
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