Penny Poor


I ain't cheap
A penny loser
Petty and low
I'm just poor
Falling on hard times
If only in my mind
Empty and lonely
I have nothing
But what's in my hands
A firm grip
On the reality of the moment
And how fleeting it is
I'm slipping
Maybe I am poor
And I just don't know it
Already penniless
Empty and void
Not really lonely
Having never known
How can I miss what I never had?

Just rip it out.
Extract it from me.
The somber words
The lacking rhymes
The mess of thoughts
Tumbling from me
All congealed
A mess
A heap
A smelly festering stew
Of resentment
Because I believe everyone
To be
Happier than me.

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