Twenty Five Thousand Dollar Goof
Oh what I did for number one.
I bought the lovely girl a gun
to protect her and sister two.
Number one shot her through.
Three, four, and five are alive,
least ‘til the market took a dive.
I hope they don’t do the same
off that huge building on main.
Mom and pop don’t look so good
comes from eatin’ regular food.
He has the winds, she stays afar
sniffin’ a brand new peanut bar.
That twenty five thousand gift
was meant to give them a lift,
but I’m afraid it will be instead
like the curse of the living dead.
So I told the bank I’d not see fit
to let them spend any more of it,
And put them back to lives known
each in that little world, their own.
Where a bait of ignorance is bliss
and the touch of poverty they kiss....
it all has to do with comfort zone,
where each to each and his own.
For Carol Brown’s “I helped the needy” contest
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