Can I Get a Handout

Just something I thought of about the people that lust for what will never be.
It's short. But, not all poems can be long as hell.

Can I Get a Handout

You never ask for what you're handed.
If you could feed your kids with the food stamp money,
that just never seems to be enough,
you could get by and change what it is to be you.

Gold dust, your eyes are star struck,
with glitter than always gleams so much brighter than true,
it just never seems to be out of reach.
You could make it to the top if you kicked someone down.

And you can pray for riches under the guise of faith,
cheating yourself with delusions of crowns, scepters, and coffers.
It just always seems right there,
if only you could make it by and cash the Wellfare check.

But the greener pastures aren't so fertile,
when you bite off poison you thought was grandeur,
it just never seemed inconcievable,
if you just layed on your back and got passed to newer heights.