What troubles you might be troubling me.

Destitute people show off their emotions
Profitably... their cries keep them fed
And alive. For the rest of us in the world
Our destitute pain not profit us at
All, but troubles us keeping a well
Supplied reservoir of fear dreading the
Day you have to show off your pain so
You can be able to eat at night. All we
Seem to ever work for is to stay alive.
Those of us atleast who strive to keep
The lights on.