Mr Pennybags

Land ownership f*****g over working people, for the gain of the capitalist class who have no morals .

I feel the boot of the landlord pressed against my neck.
It crushes my windpipe and squeezes my last breath,
a penny drops out of my mouth;
they shake me down.
I slither and write about the floor,
out of my pocket drops a pound,
it falls into their hands.

Support abates, with no food in the fridge.
I throw out buckets of water in a drowning boat ,
I only ask for time , just a smidge-
just give me some time to keep myself afloat?
The status quo let's out a rampant "no".

All I see in asking is survival ,
all they see is gain , the cyclical cycle that is "more".
Mr Pennybags should be stabbed and his Monopoly money given to all,
for he is a w***e that sells morality for silvers .
Judas won against Jesus, because he didn't fear sin
I see the cliff and fall,
there is nothing to be done to win.