The Future,
I wonder what it would be like.
I wonder what I’d be like.
Maybe flying cars and
Robots with emotions
and a job,
a job in which
I get money
to pay
the
Money collectors,
to get back my house,
the house my family owned
for many generations,
the house they took
to pay off
MY dept.
The dept that I
got myself into
by borrowing money from
them.
The collectors that
beat me and my family to a bloody pulp
every month
if they didn’t get what they
need,
or should I say what they want
The need that I
PLEAD
for mercy
hoping to go back to the
Past
The Future,
I wonder what it would be like,
I wonder what I’d be like
By: Ayda
I like the way you structured your poem