Poverty, It Was You Poem by Mark Heathcote

Poverty, It Was You

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Poverty, it was you
Made me feel inadequate
Quite unappreciated
You were unfair to me.

Poverty, it was you
That put that chip on my shoulder
And made me feel worthless and small
You were unfair to me.

Poverty, it was you
That liquidated all my assets
Pawned my belongings to pay off debts
You were unfair to me.

Poverty, it was you
That forfeited my mortgage
Took my home, left me destitute
You were unfair to me.

Poverty, it was you
Who issued my divorces papers?
Split up my entire family unit
You were unfair to me.

Poverty, it was you
Who signed my death warrant?
Said I hadn't paid enough health insurance
You were unfair to me.

Poverty, it was you
Poverty, it was you
It was you, it was you - it was you
You were so unfair to me.

Monday, July 10, 2017
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Rajesh Thankappan 17 July 2017

Poverty makes life miserable. Nicely put.

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