Something to reflect on

Extravagance of a Pauper

I want a house that could withstand the weathers. I want clean food; none of that bacteria stricken kind. I want a family; not one that exploits my youth and selfishly reaps the rewards of my work. Don’t give me that uncomfortable stare when I you know I want your money, nothing pisses me off the most. Don’t act as if you don’t know my purpose. I want drugs that does not double as an adhesive, clothes that literally breathe through them, streets that doesn’t offer grime, blankets that aren’t informative, a neighborhood that befits it’s essence, relatives that don’t corrupt me, or anything that is a cause for welfare. I want to be normal like you.