My Un-Social Unsecurity Disablements Of Daily Life. Poem by Michael Gale

My wife & i are living at poverty level...
I've been approved for Social Security Disability.
Now that i've been labled...
I am unpaid while disabled.

They have funds to pay me long overdue backpay...
When will the money come? Upon which unknown day?
My wife has need for a rebuilt engine for her car...
Without it, she may not get too far.

No money yet...
We have so much debt.
My wife does not make too much in her job as a cashier at WalMart...
We both are not dumb but yet not too smart.

We cannot go far...
Without her stranded been, car.
It has been months and months without nary a check...
When will it come? No one else gives much of a heck.

When will it come? ...
When will of it, the money, will i expect?
The Government keeps dragging their feet....
We both feel cheated by deceite and unholy like defeat.

No wheels...
No deals.
No lifely thrills.