Profit Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Profit!
To obtain it sustained.
Is a profit maintained,
Nonstop.
Just for the profit.

Keeping people drugged and mentally weak.
Overdosing people dropping in the streets.
Addicting people.
Everywhere.
No matter of their color.
Or texture of hair.
It's the profit.

Easily to pocket,
By the ones who've 'got'...
No empathy for others.
Caring less whose left that suffers.
As long as there's a profit in their pockets.
Quick to obtained, sustained to remain.
Is the profit.
Obsessed to possess it.
And confessing this addressed.

It's the profit.
Nonstop to obtain, maintained to remain.
Is the profit.
P-R-O-F-I-T stuffed up in the pockets.
And the ones who've got it,
Ain't the ones drugged found on streets!