Where
Where's the government taking me.
The projects now my scene.
Proof of poverty chasing me.
A fear that I'm not clean.
All the riches denying me.
Possessions they would seem.
knowing they rely on me
as horrible comes to preen.
All in time for chasing me.
Convictions I will ween.
Souls that trade for parody.
The devil's self esteem.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2015
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