Luckiness is hard to find.
Since each days quota is hard to define.
Does a man deserve more than a women?
Does a white deserve more than a black?
Does an adult deserve more than a child?
Who should we tax?
While some get the max.
None are judged fairly.
Too little are lax.
Too many are snacks.
Snacks for the lucky ones to chew.
Until tasteless gum spat back out again.
Never to live luckily.
Like so little of us do.
YOU ARE READING
Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
