you are nothing but an I.D.
it is the reason you're unhappy or pleased
how could u not see, that it's a disease
it describes you, but you are nothing without it
for as it assists in sustaining life, it can kill the eternal
it is more than the sins of man, it is your personal journal
describing how you helped feed the perception of poor
heaven's gates; a luxury u can no longer afford
beware, for as they are used to describe one another, the pot becomes the kettle
so both you and your money are instruments of the Devil
i wrote this poem because i understand that the world will be the world's downfall.
-The Ghetto Dr. Seus, Chip