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April 26, 2005

You Can't Teach a Paid Dog

With fourteen kids and one on hold at bay
She pesters Barry for a house on us
The working poor will quit and get more pay
And stay on streets while jingling plastic cups
A worker shows up late that you can't axe
A subsidized fed job the price of nice
Was paid by rich in form of higher tax
A sense of debt that people pay on twice
America, the bold, to whom do you owe?
The ones that take or give return in kind?
A government unwise won't stop a flow
The poor to niceness seemingly are blind
Well, Malthus, where are we to turn?
Revive your teaching; welfare paychecks burn.

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 11:24 PM