Poverty

Poverty This ailment clips my bare soul My malady hides my ample sight Penury loads my cognition. Watery hole Shift not far my destination, yet too blight It is corral, harvesting my living carcass I don't egender chaff in the shining sun this coop is an enclosure of my idleness Like a jailbird my to be is limited and shun *One day. My wandring ship will wheel My fervor will ease and I'll scope my haven My wounds and lesions will then heal I will grab my revenue as in Heaven