All the writers proclaim

“I’ll be in a book someday

but society lays waste to these dreams

and so they fray

persistence in poverty

provides the greatest wealth

un-surpassable in its splendor

I’d rather beg for change

and sing psalms to deaf ears

then live in bondage

within a suburban prison

Cardboard covers are all I need

I’m not so much for satin lies

Rich or poor

I will die

a writerforever more