Life is unfair

[Cloudburst]

This is one of my favorite poems. I wrote this 5 minutes ago in less than 5 minutes. It's already one of my most personal ones. This would also be what I consider a short critique on the bad sides of human social systems. This did actually happen:


Her son died the other day.
He was playing with guns.
She caters to others at a Waffle House.

I survived the other day.
I was playing with drugs.
I am being catered to by her.

What can I do but just give an extra tip?

 

[Jabberwocky]

i liked the turn around in this one. Id like to see more of your works.