Positive Outlook Poem by Jeremy Horsford

I was born to bleed coin from my soul and
serve the vehicle of my demise.

The myth of dreams torment my nightmares.

Unknown quantities of daily frustrations
are my hopes and desires.

To be undone is what I strive to achieve.

Progress is a word without meaning, an
unknown amongst knowns.

The welfare state will protect me against
the sea of debt that is a job.

Reproduction is a remedy for the abundance
of resources.