A Frantic Poem

Working class guy
Demands appreciation and money to live in this city
Thinking with a compound eye
And too tired to give it a try

We stock energy from the night lights
Sacrificing love at everyday prices
No words left as rhetorical devices

Tell me a reason
Why do you stay beyond expectation?

You think it's romantic?
No,
It's frantic
Near dramatic
It makes my life more static when I finally realized that your love for me is only semantic