Smack-dab in the face of Poverty.
Pockets proves worthless and incompetent,
coins escape effortless, exposing my securities' weakness.
Plunging to freedom below, knowing I owe,
hide-and-seek...funds and me, are powerful.
Structures profile, criticize, for my excitement over the pennies that has shaped my life(s),
Brutal daggers called a credit score stab at my pride
puncturing the giggles stowed inside. Blockage creates buildup of the way I gripe... I realize the dreams of dollars pressure the poverty ruling this pride.
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