Fascist Judges

I often ask myself about why I write.
To be honest, I'm usually bored.
I am not epic, I am not oppressed.
I have a mother a father a sister and a dog.
We are wealthy and I am blessed.
I see life as clear as I can, void of fog.
Rhyme and verse,
are a package around a meaning;-
Demeaning creativity of someone illiterate.-
This injustice reminds me of Rebecca Davis.
She is now married- but not to me.
Justice is fake.
I deserved her.
I'll bet you're fascist-
and don't even like my poem. So what?!
If I lose I will sue.
Discriminating against the wealthy-
Its still discrimination.
I rant.