Poverty Is Like Slow Poison

It's killing me bit by bit
It enhances my frustration
I'm lonely because of it
Girls want wealth not adoration
Boys are as cheap as sweetmeat
But I can't change my condition
Oh I feel like I'm unfit
Like a house with no foundation
Like a guy of the street

poem by Asif Andalib
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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