Poor Kid Poem by soren Barrett

As a child we were so poor
that I couldn't afford an imaginary friend
For Christmas my favorite gift for sure
was a second hand air guitar for pretend

When I was small we were so poor
I only got to eat dirt, when company came
Although it made us as babies sore
disposable diapers we did reclaim

Often I would have to run
to avoid repossession of my skin as raiment
Daily, they would turn off the sun
due to lack of payment