poetry week

The corporate takeover is what it is.
Loss of identity through huge entities on the net, and on the streets.
Crime paid off by the exploiters of the greed from an imperfect system,
that we need.

Internet sensations flood our minds, and through time we wonder,
Where Time went.

We usually don't consider how much was spent, money or otherwise for a distraction from whatever seems to be bothering people in this town.

Regulators from the state saying our lawns must be cut, our old cars recycled, no trailers in the back yard.

Whatever saves you money, you will pay hard.

Then again there it is: The greed of a city, and a business.

This nation, these people, no generations have separated.

What we learned in college was relearned again: because they only gave people half the story, as such is with the corporate ladder, and the people aren't ever named.

Something is definitely wrong, but I have no Idea what to do next: My life isn't over yet, and I still have some goals left.

I got yelled at just this morning, being told not to mess this job up.

I understood the anger, no debate from me, the only thing was he said be positive.

It's pretty difficult being yelled in the face.

I'm part of the problem: so here's a solution: CHILL OUT. I'm  trying here.

but winning the lottery doesn't seem near, and I think this may take some time.

We should all use it wisely, and I feel there is just one option I haven't tried yet to get me out of this slump.

That option I have no idea, To the Lord this is just a speed bump.

Lord, the ultimate Lorde, the creator of life.

Sent messages every day, but hey,
don't freak out these words are just a poem.
don't quote me, Just know them.