There is no lock on the doors.
No carpet on the floors.
I want to be middle class & so much more.
The sink is always clogged.
My website is a daily blog.
My pet is not a Polly wog.
I love potbelly pigs and dogs.
From the door knob my hand
smells of copper.
I am poor like a pauper.
I quit my job because I
didn't want to transfer.
The 2 years I have been there
has been a blur.
No one respects me now or
before as we were.
I am friendless even though
I am not perfect or pure.