Life Without Substance Poem by Rue Palmer

Life without substance no ice cream
Just a pile of shit ready to flush
Just life will kill you barebone living
What is the purpose living like weed
When the basic air is hard to breath
Water is gold when your lungs run dry,
When trying become frustrating and hard
Curve balls hail at your head ducking is hard
No luck from man or God alone you stand
Distressed and tired forgive me if am not grateful
All I ever given was love, sustaining me from young
So when will life love you back and bring you to
The level like cream on top