Don Johnson Poet Rhyme

Turfed Out

Me an Jack n Joe are sweet,
We are living on the street,
Turfed out of Hospital & Nursing homes,
Morven Hospital closed, poor oldie’s moan,
The Government stroke, toot suite!

Too pick upon the worker poor,
To persecute the sickly more,
Persecute the handicapped sure,
What does this Drongo bleat,
aint me, cos im so neat:)
But rancid is the piggy Boar,
When he’s on easy street :)

Don Johnson

New tory state government got rid of 20,000 public servants and closed nursing homes,
Council caravan parks, taking carers off the handicapped, get the picture:)

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Debbie Duncan December 17, 2012 at 4:27 PM Hello Don ;} great to be on your page, I know it's my fault ;} Love the write,,,, Ya they are doing the same things here in Calif. Besides the nurse's going on strike for higher wages "sad" Love the poem though ;}

Russell Sivey December 11, 2012 at 5:08 PM This is a sad event that has befallen you and your state! I hope things get straightened out my friend! This is a lovely poem based on this occurrence, I love what you have written! This is a tremendous piece, Great Work!!