The Rich get richer as I grow bitter
At the fact, that I can't afford anything in the mall
The Poor get poorer yet I'm not poor
I'm in the middle class, I'm not in a constant struggle
But there is stuff I can't afford
I still get the looks
As I gasp at the price of a single shirt
And as I slowly put it back.
Money makes the world go around
But money also brings us down
We compare each other by the price tag on our clothes
When it won't matter when we grow old.
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Tainted Society
PoetryI write poems based on real-world problems. hope you enjoy it. This is all opinion-based so don't hate on me for my beliefs. one poem per day because I'm lazy.
