The Begging of Nobody

The Begging of Nobody

I provide a major corporation

Something for you to read

Free of charge

In between advertising

To sell you something

To prove to their worth

And make their corporation

That's controlled by a few people

And those few people

Powerful and wealthy

I provide this free

Hoping you might send

Me two or three dollars

Or just one dollar

So I can pay my bills

That are growing

Beyond my ability

To pay them

All my life I bought

Into the system

That now provides

Crumbs for my daily life

Poets are allowed to starve

Because poets think

The great powers

Don't want you to think

They don't want me

To think

We are having fun

As we watch

All this horror

Right now I lay

In my bed as I watch

A glowing screen

To make me forget

The pain in my stomach

I worry

There is no reason to worry

But I do

I believe I'll be gone

Soon enough

And these poems will continue

To enrich someone

Or this giant corporation

Upon its glowing screen

You read these thoughts

Thank you giant corporation

For nothing but your

Great wealth and power

I love you

Thank you for keeping

My brain alive 

Here

I love you

Barry G. Wick