Love Poem: Less

Less

Worse thing's to fear than being poor 
But the working class seem unsure 

So much so

There is no end to the depths they will go
To distance themselves from 
That what which they are 

They are even willing to forgo meal's 
For a designer shirt
As it gives them a perverse sense of self worth

But a shirt is only a shirt
No matter what it's worth 
And your home is still your home
Whether you have a flip or i-phone 

Wouldn't life surely be better
If instead of fashion 
And the pursuits of wealth 

The only thing that matters 

Is the fear of having 

Something you could not give away
Because there is no 1 else who has less

I pray
God Bless
Everyone can afford there perfect wedding dress
And Angels can fly when there wings get wet
And an end to regret