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