Minimum wage.

Sometimes i lie in bed and feel the room

shake and rattle as a train goes by.

A train that sounds like a DC ten

with three hundred lucky souls onboard.



After it passes i listen to the arguments

coming from the higher floors.

They make a heck of a noise to,

the tension is thick.



The rooms are all the same

full of moistness wetness and mould.

Sorrow and despair seem to be

the very bywords that open all the doors.

That and the Police.



I wish i could move.



When you are raised in the  

shadow of poverty,

you must be prepared

to die in its shadow.

Then again they do say

never expect anything as your right.

You have to earn everything in life,

even poverty.






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