I'm a news ****** but when they start
going on & on about money (I don't have any) I zone;
stocks are up, billions are paid out,
faceless fat cats walk away w/ millions;
stars make obscene amounts for what I have no idea;
stocks are down; a start-up is sold
to some shark for billions; corporate profits
are through the roof & then some moke wins the lottery;
I don't like science fiction but I'll do anything
to get off this globe;
oh, god, life ***** on this planet & pretty soon
I'll have to move so an illegal immigrant can get my apartment;
the world is a warzone & here I sit
in a drafty pre-war kitchenette
writing poetry for free
& to think I used to make money writing *******
but somehow I got principles, integrity & vision;
what was I thinking