Sick is right... We're the New-orleans of the universe in a katrina type disaster and gods our gorge bush. we'll never get the attention and assistance we need. Because he simply doesn't care. We don't produce enough I guess.
I really like this poem. It's creatively written and well felt. I like the others you've been writing lately too. Just couldn't bring myself to say anything.
You never really loved me/You never really cared/It was all just a game to boost your ego/Those feelings never really there/ I'm filing emotional bankruptcy/My heart can take no more debt/Theres no more "money" there to spend. === Besides tee hee SHE loves me!