Easy Street
Quitting my job today, and going to live in a tent.
Hey, man, it isn't so bad, I get State Aid and pay
no rent!
I get free medical care, free food and free meds,too.
In the USA, walk into any hospital ER and take full
advantage, they take care of all, it's true!
Those fools that go to work each day, I do smirk
as they walk by.
Such dummies feel sorry for me when my life is pie
in the sky.
Not work for me~ I hustle drugs, on a bike I stole,
I really make a fat bundle.
But I always play hopeless victim when panhandling,
I am master of the hustle and boy, can I play humble!
Forgot to mention the money I make as a paid protestor,
boy do I cash in!
We intend to crash businesses, ruin lives, because to us
America is a sin.
One day, we will all be equally poor with a Marxist leader.
I just cannot wait for that day to come.
After all, my tent needs an expensive, shiny free heater.
And no work for anyone, I say.
Just a land with freeloaders and cheaters.
August 26, 2020
8:30am
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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