A tax on the poor.
Just go find a job.
I want to be sure.
Stop being a nob.

I want everything.
Go work for yourself.
I want diamond rings.
Be thankful for health.

I want to be rich.
Oh, so don’t we all.
Well, why don’t we switch?
Stop thinking so small.

It’s time you took notice.
I see you each day.
Then why don’t you show us?
What else can I say?

To you I’m just scum.
Now don’t be so silly.
I have no income.
Im sorry, I’m busy.

Just look at my world.
I’ve been where you are.
Abuse I’ve been hurled.
I find that bizarre.

Im sick of being poor.
I said,’Get a job’.
You hate me I’m sure.
YOU’RE being a nob.

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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