Why am I the person troubles are told to,
But I’m not allowed to draw comparison?
If I do then I’m a bad friend,
I’m told how cool I am cause I manage on poverty,
She says she never could,
She lives in a rat trap,
People bring me their kittens that are blind,
I doctor them up,
I look for work all the time I hate feeling like the poor pal,
Think alot of.but this this poet’s story is important too,
She’s decided again a mobile home near me would be good,
Sometimes I feel like Dirty Dancing’s baby,
Val Whitewolf 