Hello.
I like to say, welcome to YWS! This poems confuses me but entertains me. I suppose it could depend on the reader or something, but the beginning of this, the way you start off doesn't seem to shape the poem as a whole. It seems to be about wanting to be like everyone else in life but only realizing you are yourself.
Also don't capitalize something that isn't important. Greed isn't exactly an important thing that is elementile in life, however it is important in some cultures. I just feel it disrupts the whole poem and doesn't exactly bring the it to itself.
The spacing in this poem seems to bother me a little, which can easily fixed with ctrl+enter. When making the spaces, be sure to pick out the stanzas since a poem without stanzas, is just a story (which there are poems like that).
But now when I see some rich the way they play there TRUMPet,
I think when you capitalize "trump" in "trumpet", I think it goes back to Donald Trump. It doesn't feel quite right in this part, or any part of this poem. Seems intentional but isn't the piece that connects the poem together.
Another thing, the random number two at the end. I would suggest just writing it out since there seems to be no numbers throughout the poem for except there. Maybe writing the word for it.
This could relate to some people, I suppose. It feels a little tight in the middle, and could use some loosen.
Blaspherica
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