Streetlight
Creeps through
Dirty glass
Of the attic
Bare bulb
Dimly
Blinks
Radio crackles.
Drab walls
Relate
Ten foot by ten
Rooms status
The rent
Way too much
Landlord
Estatic.
Twelve hours
A day
Work pays so little
Its a living wage
Says a government
That fiddles
Expenses and tax
Lies through
Its teeth
While people
They struggle
To eat.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
A great representation of the toughness of life in the present economy and how stark the conditions that we live under. Nicely written
very kind, many thanks
A stark write representing how many people are forced to and struggle to live in this world, nicely expressed
thanking you
You are very welcome
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