Poor People Problems~ By Christa Boyd-Nafstad

My vacuum cleaner bit the dust
Now I break my back cleaning carpets with just the hose
The fatigue is weighing me down
And in my eyes it shows

That’s a problem
That’s a problem
That’s a poor person problem

My credit’s bad
And I can’t buy a house
I have to live in a rent house
That comes with a mouse

That’s a problem
That’s a problem
That’s a poor person problem

My landlord’s an alkie
And he knocks on the door
He don’t care whether its noon or three or four
He yells out we can’t live here no more

That’s a problem
That’s a problem
That’s a poor person problem

This morning I broke my coffee pot
Head full of groggy and cussing a lot
Got up too late
The glass exploded all over the place
When things get broke they can’t be replaced
A morning with no coffee is a terrible fate
So I put my cup directly on the maker,
And held my finger to release the flow
Wondering what will be the next to go

Thinking of problems
Thinking of problems
Thinking of poor people problems

Of diapers and gas
And how the prices are escalating
Of jobs and bank accounts
And how the losses are devastating

In my head I make a plan,
A great escape to get away
But reality finds me sitting here
And it is here I’ll stay

Alone with my problems
Trapped with my problems
Like a cancer these poor people problems

Author Bio:
Christa is a writer in Texas.