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Man Apr 12
what is it to be 40
twice the man, you were at twenty?
four times the man, you were at ten?
is it being wiser
and having your means meet the end?
finances sured up?
with no need, for to be the miser
a divorce or some
perhaps a strong marriage
polyamorous loves
to your heart's desire
addictions? vices? troubles stifling?
death breathing down your neck
to the thumping of your heartbeat
beads of sweat, gather
and run off your chest
like your shoes on the concrete
you are dying
even while you're living
and you know one day
it'll be your last
cause we only get so long
and time goes fast
a baby is born
the next afternoon
an old man is buried
tomorrow could never come
would you ever know it?
Im in bed
My face red
My eyes puffy
But my sorrows spoken of with my mother
The lights above my bed
Dangling
Like i feel
Like i do
Tears dried and teeth brushed
I wish for sleep to come
Why IS life so hard?? Why does being a poet not pay more? My talent is obsolete.
Sam Anthony Jun 2017
Is it better to get more money? Let’s say that it is.
It is better to get more money.

Is it better – for the poor – if everyone gets more money, even if that increases inequality?
Well.
The right – who think they are Right – say:

Yes. Disproportionately rewarding the wealthy with wealth creates wealth and quality of life, which the poor can now afford.

The left – who think they are Right – say:

No. Disproportionately rewarding the wealthy with wealth creates wealth and quality of life, which only the wealthy can afford.

So who is Right?
Well.
Let’s answer that question with two more questions:

What does “quality of life” mean?
Is it better to get more money?
Stephanie Keer Apr 2014
there will be times when
a quarter can make you smile
and days will be spent
poured over newspapers
circling with a marker that you swear
is filled with your blood
you won’t know who’s hands
have found your rib cage
or why they have to push so hard
it’s going to feel like you’re
climbing out of a grave dug far too early
and the next root is three inches too high
and you just can’t reach it
and maybe it’ll be easier if you just
fall
but when you hit the ground
your bones will be dust
and you’ll still have no where to go but
up
but you remember what your friend said
about how even earthworms can move the ground
so kick your foot into the dirt
and make your own stepping stone
fill your fingers with your own breath
carrying hope and everything you learned last time
so they’ll reach a little longer
you’ll see the light and grass will dance again on your toes

you’ve done it
you’re here

— The End —