Quick Money

You wanna make some quick money
Without all that working, dealing with managers, coworkers and all that crap?
Well, you steal
One way is to get a gun and walk into a bank
And say to the clerk
Give me all your money
Another way is to write a note, hand it to the clerk, on it write
Give me all your money, my buddies is outside with a gun drawn on you
Another way is to get knocked up
Of course this only works if you're a woman
Then you get to go on welfare, and if you're lucky the sucker
You got to knock you up will actually pay you child support
Here's another way, you come from some country like Guatemala
You come into this country and get caught by the border patrol
They put you in an air conditioned building with food and a nice cot
All the free health care paid for by workers with crappy health insurance
These are just a few of the ways millions upon millions have shirked their duty
To be productive citizens and instead become blood sucking maggots
All with the help of our politicians and apathetic public
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Posted: May 2019
About this poem:
The money that is stolen daily by many citizens of this country and others who are rewarded for stealing by coming here has this country and it's people losing their quality of life. I just wish someone would stop this theft.

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Comments (1)

lovecanbereal
Or you could have a bet at that big casino or racetrack called life. Who knows it may just come off. BTW you are right about all of this for the most part same as it is in Oz....cheers
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