This is America ~ Pay Me

We like them so much, as a matter of fact,
That our entertainment they’ve been
An eighteen year old fool
Graduating from school
Twenty thousand murders has seen

Don’t struggle for your independence
They look down upon you for that
They want to spend more
Than they did before
Then for it take you to the mat

Putting you in “public housing”
Where treated you are like a child
Or some criminal
Full of malice full
Or an animal, feral and wild

For which, just in case you were considering
Signing away all your rights
To ordinary adult pleasures
All harmless and legal delights

Let’s not even talk about justice
Because any system that will
Resort to our misleading records
To railroad TWO MILLION poor bastards
Into our unpaid slave mill

Itself in corporate business
“Partnership” government to
Will laugh at the fall you’re next taking:
It’s waiting… It’s waiting… For YOU!

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This poet is physically disabled. Public housing being insufficient to her medical and creative needs, she is presently living, in order to continue working, in her minivan, publishing all of her works using one thumb on the touch screen of her smartphone, surviving at an income of a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. She would treasure any donation you might care to offer ~ http://www.UgiftABLE.com ● #72D-31S.

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