Dirt Poor Poem by Michelle Asswit

I stare outside my filfthy window
The Grime accumulates on each corner
I see the denizens of my town all merry
Although I don't understand how they can be
Their teeth are filled with cavities
Their clothes are worn up shirts and shoes
Their trousers are old and overused
Their hair is ratty and filled with lice
And around their feet are squeaking mice
We might as well all live in a gutter
Oh wait, we do... I want a shanty