First world problems aren’t near-
ly as bad as third world ones
we have our grams, they have their tons.
“Famine, wars, it’s all so sad.
My mom was raped, don’t know my dad.
There goes my limb, there goes another.
Short sleeve? Long sleeve? Who cares, why bother.”
First world person rolling eyes.
“It’s the Fallacy,” he cries,
“of Relative Privation, man!
I suffer too! You understand?”
I understand you completely,
your pain is real. But when you see
the problems other people face
it puts things in perspective, ace.
So even when your day is bad.
Lift up your chin, don’t be so sad.
Be thankful for the things you’ve got.
It just might help you cope. (Or not).