Poverty

Poverty,
The  mother of crime.
For you,
I go through all twists and turns.
To my lonely self,
I chirp and chime.
Without being able to turn back the hands of time.
Poverty,
No money,  No life.
For you,
I'm hungry and thirsty.
While I watch some idiots,
Satisfied and drunky.
What plans do you have for me?
Oh poverty.