Disease of the Poor

Suicide is a disease that is weeding out the poor.
We’re too stressed out to even think anymore.
No more bills, and no more pain.
This shit needs to end, so that my life can begin.
Everyone argues that suicide is not natural.
Neither is praying on each other, like we’re cannibals.
The entire human race is more primitive than most animals.
Humans aren’t a gift; we are something more dramatically intangible.
How can you use your own brother for gain?
And still expect your brother to remain sane?
There is a thin line drawn between pleasure, and pain.
And sometimes the difference is nothing to your brain.
Our checks are week to week, but we are living day to day.
The only way we know how; The American Way.
Forgive me when I don’t feel any better when I pray.
My faith was whole once, but this system took it away.
Now, I’m sitting here, and I understand that suicide is sane.

Third World

This isn’t some typical poetry for your children.

This is some advice for some 6.5 billion.

This is for the masses that need some positive feelings.

For all the people who can’t stand Uncle Sam’s dealings.

These politicians only got my people reeling.

Back on our heels, and inflated to the ceiling.

Only numbers that don’t go up is our hourly pay.

And yet we’re expected to make it day by day.

No one is listening to what the people have to say.

This is supposed to be democracy, you say?

This is the struggle. American third world country.

Forgive me for not feeling that the life I live is lovely.

How can I, when my family is constantly struggling?

Ain’t no way we can make it, my babies are going hungry.

All because Daddy doesn’t make enough money.

Independent

For an amazing wife, mother, and woman; Jen Newville

I’ve tried expressing my concerns, but you don’t ever learn.

That name calling shit really is for the birds.

I see you’re confused by what you heard.

How could you disrespect your own daughter?

You’re the worst; sorry excuse for a father.

Your own daughter doesn’t trust you, so you took it even farther.

She is proud of herself, and now you’re looking at the product.

Father is a title that you just haven’t earned.

So, forgive me for not caring about your feelings that I hurt.

There’s a name for people like you; call them lurks.

You are just another shameless jerk with no ambition to work.

You’re an alcoholic mess, and you made me go berserk.

Now, try to make another excuse for your hideous behavior.

Call your daughter a few more names, like you made her.

She’s a beautiful woman, and my life’s true savior.

She’s completely self-made, unlike the two failures that created her.

Now, she’s surrounded by love. Not the family that only hated her.