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Keep Them Poor

Rulership By Economy

Say the rich to all other folk, “Let’s Keep Them Poor
Rather than let them in on how to attain wealth…”
As if there’s a finite amount of resources.

The economy is run by evil forces
Hellbent on keeping people declining in health
And in constant need of a financial savior.

If the job doesn’t pay well, or does not exist,
Or is so damned disgusting that it takes its toll
On the spirit, it’s certainly time for a change.
I have just enough freedom. I can rearrange
My perceptions regarding money as a whole
While detaching from thinking of how to subsist.

Children never are taught about money in school.
Government tells us what can and cannot be taught.
We learn how to get jobs – not to think on our own
About how to create wealth. Instead we are shown
How to be slaves of honor and get ourselves caught
In a losing life cycle. What could be more cruel?

Things that children should learn should be naturally –
Like accounting and business, finances and debt,
And how all world economies do interact.
The Monopoly game is much closer to fact.
But will wisdom become us? With all due regret,
Human nature can’t let that be reality.

Cave In

Inner Escape From Outer Turmoil

There cannot be a pain worse than surmounting debt.
As the tonnage increases it takes up more space
In the places my guts were before their seizure.
Should I act out in panic, more harm I’d endure.
By my credit score I am consumed in disgrace.
Every phone call or message I’ll take as a threat.

No wonder I’m so weary and pissed of a lot.
Energy that I would have for creating things
Is diverted to struggle finding strategies
To reverse severe bleeding through tense arteries.
Embarrassed that I cling on to life’s apron strings,
A fine candidate for employment I am not.

Life is caving in on me. There is no escape
Short of something most tragic or a miracle
Like a change in perception so that I will hear
The exact steps I must take to mitigate fear
And the guidance to exit my fecal canal.
I’m a far cry from being in much better shape.

If I don’t find a hustle or some employment
In the next few days, things will get way out of hand.
And I don’t have an answer, nor am I afraid.
I must pay for the foolish decisions I’ve made.
May it cost me my life. That would be more than grand.
In survival, my task is to learn to repent.