Living here is not for the weak
Putting a price in everything
Fairness in all is what I seek
Why im the only one being procuring
This is not my money nor yours
Making me pay these bills with no remorse
There are many of us in this house
But why only me?
What a greedy miss you are
Feeling mighty in this hour
Making money out of me
While everyones happily drinking tea
You can’t help to have a favorite
Even thought its noticeable
You still can’t admit
This behavior is unbelievable
Hey there greedy miss
Do you feel my kiss?
I know your being plastic
This is kinda traumatic
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Author:
kluoxe (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 17th, 2026 00:13
- Category: Gothic
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Comments1
The sense of being used, taken advantage of comes through in this poem. A type of present day slavery or indentured servitude comes to mind. Well done
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