Poor Me
Sitting here without internet bundles,
With no electricity am using candles,
Nights are too cold without cuddles,
I'm in a life which's filled by muddles,
Future plans have turned into riddles.
I can't even tell if am broke or sad,
Whether am of sound mind or mad,
But maybe am another village lad,
Who's being mistreated like a cad,
Always chewing me daily like cud.
Doing it while knowing it's wrong,
I chose to pretend and play along,
Hoping that this won't go for long,
Because this is not where I belong,
I've visions of emerging here strong.
© Kelmwa
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