Poverty

Minute white rice Makes my head light This is just my Life If I could choose Lose my own shoes I would just Pollute Uproot All this Abuse Could you solve em All my problems You're a bright Human Lift my dumb thumb From this motion Help cannot be Sung it changes Pace Always Descend Again Failure comes from Me because I'm Dead I Would like to Pick who I sit next with in the Line Beside the Man who never has to wonder Why He shines Despite all of the people dead Outside I tried but I'm stuck here regardless of what's Right With my Dried Rice I'm so sick of Hearing words I've Cried