Posted on 06/26/2006 5:44:09 AM PDT by phoenixrising47
Your bleeding heart sympathies, dear poet, are what has given these poor their indolence, taking away their need to care for themselves and putting it int he hands of a government which, like all human governments have ever been, is ineffective, inefficient, and truly uncaring about anything but bureaucracy. The solution is not to make a government that bleeds more for the people, it's to make people who don't give away their independence, responsibility, and lives to a distant bureaucracy that will make them into incapable children.
Word, you dimwitted dink.
"A Rush for the Outhouse" by Willie Makeit. Illustrated by Betty Wont.
Very moving. Now move on out of here.
You died because you plugged in your computer to post this while you were floating in water.
Who cares.
No No No! It's supposed to be:
Mama! Oooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh. Didn't mean to make you cry.
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters...
Or...
Mama! Oooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh.
I don't want to die!
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all!
8You will always have the poor among you, but you will not always have me."
Psalm 91:2
2 I will say [a] of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust."
Have you considered the possibility that you died because your poetry was so bad that a lynch mob was formed just to shut you up?
Damn, poor thing couldn't work or swim --- sucks to be you.
You're no "poetic" version of Alice Sebold, although I see where you got your concept.
Are you logged in?
I died because I'm dumb
I knew a hurricane was comin
so I stayed at home and waited
I knew it was goin be bad
so I lit up my crack pipe
I knew we had nothin
so I waited to loot
I knew the guberment would save us
so I trashed my housing project
I knew we lived below the river
so I stole me a canoe
I knew the power was live
so I waited until the lights went out
I knew the gun was loaded
so I shot that sucka in the head
I knew the po po was busy
so I cleaned out walmart
I knew I'd have it all
so I took it until I's got shot dead
Oh mamma I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Lawman has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
Oh mamma I can hear you a-crying you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is coming down from the gallows and I don't have very
long
What is our exit strategy in the war on poverty?
Surf's Up!
By Sue Nahmy
Yep, that was fun
Time to search for the next poor troll :-)
You've confused "poor" with "stupid".
LOL! Thanks for letting us play for a while.
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