The fire is being selfish with its heat
my shoes are off
trying to warm my feet.
Another cold winters night
as I sit here alone by candlelight.
Electricity bill remains unpaid
as I await the bailiffs raid.
His knock will soon be upon my door
to evict
another man who’s poor.
Is it my fault that I cannot pay
and that the banker
has the final say.
I wait here afraid to nap
with a gun
cocked and loaded on my lap.
The 50 year old poet 
May the Lord smile graciously upon thee with peace of mind steadily 🗝🌿
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It really is a messed up system. For instance, my grandfather left us his house, debt-free, paid-in-full, but we couldn’t keep it because the damn property taxes were so high. You never really own anything in this world 😦
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Too true.
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A sign of the times!
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It’s not your fault, we’ve all been there…
You need some help, they just don’t care,
You need some comfort but alas
It’s all for them, and not for us.
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