I never concern that one is living
In the approbatory jiffs of being rich
Afresh tromping the poor beneath
their feet
That hefty encumbrance,

Too hefty for their daily brawn
That ingurgitating their beliefs,
Had amorousness, in some worthy
jiffs of life,
The circumspect consecration,

The poor are laid waste, like the
gutter worms when clean were it expunged in any wrench
preponderant would boff them instantly bereft of life-

Never seen a man undaunted in the lower class,
Daring to confront,
That impulsive vigor, spooky, I would like to see.

- Adi