Notes About The Poem
I should say that not all single mothers are undeserving, and some of the "black hats" do earn their way. Nor all corporations seek handouts. But still there's some truth in this poem:
When the welfare checks stopped
Chanda was in McDonalds, with single mother friends
The radio came on, said now welfare ends.
The ladies panicked, poured onto the street
How could they support kids, and make ends meet?
The Mercedes on the road crashed into the side
The driver had heard the radio, then began to cry.
She ran a fake day care, she sold food stamp cards
Now without income, life would get hard.
Shmuley was reading the Talmud in his house.
Then came in his overwrought spouse.
She said the welfare office had a sign on the door:
The new ruler of America had decreed, no handouts, no more.
No bailouts for bankers, forget farmers aid
Corporations got to make it with no subsidies paid
Pro-bono lawyers couldn't use lawfare the time:
No dubious causes on the taxpayer dime.
Then rioters came out, looking for stuff to burn
They'd never made an honest living, now they'd have to earn
And everyone else, hooked on some kind of handout,
Marched on Washington, to throw the President out.
The President appeared on TV, and appealed for calm
He said he had to do it; our currency was a time bomb.
The debt had reached three times G.N.P.
A worthless dollar in store, and poverty.
“Our debt has grown beyond what dollars can bear,
There's a limit to what the billionaires share.
The printing press runs, but the backstop grows thin:
If we don't stop spending, the dollar caves in.”
But the President was hanged, and a new one elected
Everyone could breathe easy now, welfare was protected.
Back to Talmud, back to McDonalds, back to the slums
But disaster just delayed, and the grim reaper comes.
The grim reaper comes....
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