I need a rich girl
I need a rich girl
to drive my deceased car
to the unemployment line,
so that I can get food stamps,
and avoid a job.
I need a pill that will fill me up,
not with envy.
I need a pill that will make me
feel friendly, not want to kill
I need a friend
in these united states of isolation,
where even hell's angels are afraid
to hitchhike,
where thinking outside the norm
could land you in jail.
I need a reason to go on living,
and I think that my children will do.
poem by Mikel K Poet
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