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