The Rich and the Poor

Money, what is its value?

Can you have equality

when there’s money?

Where whores sell themselves.

But yet their wealth

Is higher than mine.

We poor constantly exploited

But yet the rich don’t care.

I drink,

I write,

But yet every day I return to this, shit hole.

We poor work

and make more money for the rich.

How is this fair?

It’s not.

But who hears our cries?

No one.

We are as a disease,

Avoided at all cost.


Ghost Cat