Mansions
What makes no sense
To me is all the religious
Seniority and the priority
Number one engulfing
And surrounding the
Average Joe just
Trying to shovel
Invisible snow
Wanting to glow
And not barely
Survive where
We can so
Easily dive
Into the
Ocean and
Taste the
Salt that
At fault
Man flocks
To the rich
Pay to get
To but behind
The shoreline
Are mansions
I cannot hire
Assassins to
Burn them
Down I
Just wonder
What they do
Who are you
To ask where
The money
Comes from?
Who am I
To want
A reality
I cannot
Explain the
Realty signs
Digging into
The grass lawn
With a picketed
Fence the lack
Of this kind of
Cookie cutter
Clutter is not
The pertinent
Matter rather
It’s the wind
That blows
Over paychecks
Unable to pay
A mortgage,
Drive a car,
Get some gas,
Feel like life
Is a pass and
Not a stall still
Crash course
Of border
Jumping
Poverty,
Sneak me
Out of this
County,
This country,
Escaping the
Bounty could
Show me poverty
With humility I
Want to love
The mansions
Above
