Defeat Poem by Dwayne Bailey

Some people have all the fortune in life,
like eating fillet mion, and lobster tails;
While the rest us sit with the pigs in a pin,
waiting to be fed scraps from an old pail.
Why cant I drive the fancy cars,
and make millions while I'm at play?
Why must I have a job that I hate,
sixty hours a week and very little pay?
I feel I am stuck in an ocean of debt,
being pulled with the changing tide;
Deeper and deeper out I am tugged,
fear is starting to well up inside.
I can no longer touch the bottom,
and am unable to stand on my feet;
Somebody please throw me a line,
before my life is lost in defeat.