poetry by j matthew waters

class struggle

of course it doesn’t exist
inside poetry
everything is equal
inside these lines
good & evil
incapable of relating
to abundance or poverty
though a consistent manipulation
resides in the background
attempting to par the course
while inside rhymes
look over your shoulder
always dying to dream

december two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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