By Chongchen Saelee
What it’s like to be poor?
You’re always frowning
Your neck’s always itching like a dog
Your clothes don’t fit
You got The Beach Boys Greatest Hits on your mind
But you don’t have a smartphone to listen to any of them
Your last dollar was spent on something foolish
Like a lottery ticket instead of a cheeseburger
You’re sleeping on the floor
And your face is a globe for flies
And you don’t have the energy to clap along
To the hum of the insects wings buzzing by your ear
You work, but it’s never enough
You look too dark or you talk too white
You have a college degree but you’re over-qualified
You weren’t born into the right family
Your parents are dead
You got no friends
Your dog got ran over by a truck last month
Your ex-wife ran off with a gigolo
The rats stole your last canned tuna
And there is piss on the newspaper
What’s it like to be poor?
It’s always dreaming of being rich
Then all my problems will go away