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Raise the Taxes

a box of crackers a loaf of bread five cookies four cans of soup no meat thats what they give you at the food bank to las you three months till your next government cheque on disability disabled wheelchairs unemployed or deaf mentally ill living off less than a thousand dollars a month not enough subsidised housing but jump through our hoops and come to our day program hungry and confused for councelling is what you get The soup kitchen serves the same gruel and it soo far away preached to when all you want is some food and you know the truth no one gives when the poor and needy need to recieve i can solve this simply believ in me RAISE THE TAXES give us more money control the prices of your inflation in the market economy set rent at a reasonable price before i starve to death and tell you how many days i truthfully go to bed hungry and dream about the chocolate sprinkles on the designer coffee and wish i had clean clothes to wear in the midst of you cover models working to doctor the billion dollar industry of poverty

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