poverty price





Poverty was a
Price for men
We hold it still
It whispers then
Clapping hands 
Which cultivate pain
The trauma of clowns
Left in the rain
Jester where 
Will you go
Still
I taste my dreams
Cinnamon at will
Poverty
Will you slip away?
Let me buy the shoes
I claimed
Wear the dress
I've crowned and named
Buy the house 
With lock in key
Poverty
Please forget 
About me

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