The Purpose

A very rough idea for something I want to do. It's shabby, but I'm too sleepy and drunk with tea and incense to refine it just yet.

Art for the sake of poverty;
Poverty for the sake of art.
Hungering to know humanity;
Wond'ring how they could part.
Digits beginning with zeros;
Hope fills his grocery cart.
Only from within of the Struggle,
Does he come to know he's smart.