Everybody is looking to get paid

poetryEverybody is looking to get paid
There is no kindness anymore
When you ask for friendship
they just show you the door.
Everybody is distrusting
It’s in everyone you meet
Grandma puts her purse on her other arm
when you help her cross the street.
Everybody is alone
as they look from high above
and they wonder why it is like this
when all they want is love.




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