i wrote this poem and thought it was decent. Constructive criticism is welcome, all else will be ignored so save your time and look into another thread
Wake up
Look at the clock
The red lights read 12
Roll out of bed
Look out the window
People are in a hurry down below
Little worker ants serving the world
But what good is it?
Their insignificant being will end shortly
A rap on the door brings me back
It’s the landlord
The rents do but I don’t have it
Third time in a row and Im out
Grab a blanket and my prized possession
My guitar
I take to the streets and find a nice alley
Leave the blanket take the guitar
On the streets I sing
I sing a song of love
I sing a song of life
People cry and people listen
My words touch their souls
As night approaches, I retreat to my so called home
There I sleep wearing only the clothes on my back
A blanket and a smile
People think im lonely
People think im sad
What they don’t know is that im living my dream
I am able to touch them with my words
With these thoughts in my head I fall asleep
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VIVA LA RESISTANCE