The Struggle
People outside looking in, What do they think? My life is a series of complications. I am trying to sort it all out. This is a task easier said than done. Really, It’s a miracle, A miracle I can hold my head upright. Each day it becomes more difficult, Even harder to crawl off the couch; Now my bed. I love when people tell me ways to save “Be a minimalist” they say. Excuse me, while I take a moment, A moment just to laugh in your face. I do this on a daily basis. There are days I find myself On my hands and knees Searching for loose change In the pockets of my dirty jeans Lying on the floor. Because I no longer bother to care, Don’t even care to pick them up. This is all so I can get a meal for the day A delicious and healthy McChicken From your local, organic, healthy, Mickey D’s! To say I am sick of all this Well, that would simply be an understatement Can’t afford to do laundry Can’t afford to cook pancakes As I watch the pretty people pass by Hair dyed, nails clean, makeup fixed up My hands are worked Over worked The dirt under my nails, It refuses to be removed. I have about 5 layers of polish Built up on my toes. That’s all I have time for, As I am walking out the door. And the Polish is about 4 years old. When shopping in a store, And I see an item, The battle immediately begins. It’s a battle to determine the want or the need? If I can prove at all that it could even Slightly, possibly, maybe even be Considered a want, If it’s anything but a necessity, Back to the shelf. There’s no need for the purchase of makeup, it’s a lost cause . Sucks being low class.