Poverty, It Was You

M Mark Heathcote Mark Heathcote
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Poverty, it was you Made me feel inadequate Quite unappreciated You were unfair to me. Poverty, it was you That put that chip on my shoulder And made me feel worthless and small You were unfair to me. Poverty, it was you That liquidated all my assets Pawned my belongings to pay off debts You were unfair to me. Poverty, it was you That forfeited my mortgage Took my home, left me destitute You were unfair to me. Poverty, it was you Who issued my divorces papers? Split up my entire family unit You were unfair to me. Poverty, it was you Who signed my death warrant? Said I hadn't paid enough health insurance You were unfair to me. Poverty, it was you Poverty, it was you It was you, it was you - it was you You were so unfair to me.

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