First poem



Not Me For Poverty

By Carly Juneau (a.k.a miss smoky desperado)

When it happens to you, eveything seems to change.

What? At this job? Here I have to buy?

Wear these dirty rags, no not I

In this slum? No way my dear!

What have i gotten into? And how did I get here

Suffering is anyplace, any time, anywhere

it even comes  to those with their noses in the air

To her it does not matter what and who you had

So right now you're still alive? Be quiet and be glad.

Someday you'll be a rich man again

Living up your life, however hard it's been

but now you are just like me

welcome to my life. Let's make it through together

hold your tounge and your knife