The Jabberwock

There’s only so much you can ask for When you’re living on the 50th basement floor Maybe some AC? A new door? You barely know how you got there anymore

It’s always hot down there, air quality is poor. It’s the place for people who’ve used all they can afford That and even more. To put a name to a number on the door Though they don’t really know how they got there anymore

Who condemned them to a place like this? Where light and love cannot exist Their neighbor named after the brightest star Long time resident of apartment wherever we are Who lives in the very bottom floor And doesn’t remember how he got there anymore

Well you’ve all for sure tried passing their white picket fences and barbed wire lines To get inside the white marble beacon of light the oldest books describe But they say you can’t leave you at the door And you ask why. haven’t you tried? Used that dud hand you were dealt to do good

Gave up your pride? But your boots are still dirty The ones you could barely afford. As they usually are When you’ve lived on the 50th basement floor. An inhabitable space. That you don’t deserve And you wish you didn’t have to live anymore.

“It talks about the effects of poverty and how it seems almost impossible to escape it.”