I died because I'm poor. (Compassionate mod kicks in a penny for the funeral)

Poet | I.C. Howe

[phoenixrising47]

I died because I'm poor.

I'm floating in the water. My Mom is accross from me. Mosquitos swarm around us. They're our only friends.

I'm in the United States. Of, America. Not Vietnam. I'm not on T.V. It's really me. I'm dying 'cause I'm poor.

Mama's eyes are fluttering. Like a butterfly. This is real. Please, people. Not a photo op. I'm dying 'cause I'm poor.

I spit on Mama's lips, to give her moisture. Her face turns cold. I'm crying 'cause I'm poor.

Oh, Mama! Dear sweet Mama. I wail into the sky. Where's that promising Bush? Mama didn't have to die.

Now it's my turn. I hear the helicopter, but have no strenth to go out on the porch. I'm dying 'cause I'm poor.

I hear the rotors of the blades. I'm hugging Mama. Get her warm. Oh, Mama, it's come to this. We're dying 'cause we're poor.

I reach out to the men. And suddenly it's black. My life's film has broke. It broke 'cause I'm poor.

It broke 'cause I'm poor. It didn't have to be. We did better in the Tsunami. We did better in the war.

We died 'cause we're poor

by I.C. Howe

[khnyny]

[aaron broussard, is that you ??]

Lol, I forgot about that worthless, lying, crocodile tears, POS. Aaron epitomizes the spirit that was (and is) Louisiana politics.

[jgorris]

I died because... it was his time to die!

I'm the one's gotta die when it's time for me to die... so let me live my life the way I want to.

[Lazamataz]

They will pray for our deaths.They do not care about you or your children.

*I* care about your children.

I do not want them to die before I can make them my supper.

I am a conservative. I eat infants for lunch.

[dead]

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[dead]

[Lazamataz]

MacPh'rs'n's W'mb't !
(Fr Rob't B'rns!)

O, yer pink and gristly!
Yer eyes er brite!
Yer hair is bristly!
O, ye er a wombat!
A bonny, bonny wombat!
A sweet an' glist'nin'
wombat in the dew!!

[dead]

[E. Pluribus Unum]

Most of the "poor" these days are obese because the evil taxpayers force them to buy fattening foods with their welfare checks.

Show us one incident where a poor person in the US died of starvation, other than children starved by their parents because they spent the welfare check on drugs instead of food.

[.cnI redruM]

Another lyrical ballad from Phil McCrevice.

[dead]

[armymarinemom]

I think you died because you are boring.

[khnyny]

[I bitch because I'm rich.]

Sounds like Kimora Lee Simmons.

You can take the sister out of the 'hood, but you can't take the 'hood out of the sister.

http://nymag.com/nymetro/shopping/fashion/features/9306/index.html

"Kimora Lee Simmons, the New Queen of Conspicuous Consumption"

[Old Seadog]

You're poor alright. A piss-poor poet.

[pabianice]

I'm poor because I'm lazy

I'm floating in the water. My Mom is accross from me. Mosquitos swarm around us. I wanted an inground pool but that requires money and work, Screw it. I'd rather complain.

I'm in the United States. Of, America. Not China. I'm not on T.V. It's really me. I'm poor because I'm lazy.

Mama's eyes are fluttering. Like a butterfly. On crack. She loves crack. Not work. Please, people. Not a photo op. I'm poor because I'm lazy.

I spit coke on Mama's lips. Her face turns purple. Overdoes. cold. I'm poor and stoned because I hate work. I love to bitch.

Oh, Mama! Dear sweet Mama. I wail into the sky. Where's that promising Hillary? Mama didn't have to die.

Now it's my turn. I hear the helicopter, but have no strength to go out on the porch. I'm lazy and stoned and poor.

I hear the rotors of the blades. I'm hugging Mama. Get her out of sight before the pigs come. Oh, Mama, it's come to this. We're poor and stupid and stoned because we're Democrats.

I scurry like a rat from the men. And suddenly it's black. I've passsed out again from drugs. My life's film has broke. It broke 'cause I'm lazy, stupid, poor, and voted for Kerry.

It broke 'cause I'm a whiny loser. It didn't have to be. But screw it, work is hard and stayin' stoned is easy. I cash my welfare checks and buy crack.

We're stoned and useless because we're lazy and like to complain.

[Sandy]

I hope it sounds depressing.

LOL. That was good.

[DungeonMaster]

What a great list of keywords! LOL

[Xenalyte]

"Because I'm Blonde"
by Xenalyte

I'm popular because I'm blonde.

I'm floating in the water. My stylist is accross from me. Hair spray and styling gel mist around us. They're our only friends. In the salon, at least. Since I'm blonde, I have lots of friends.

I'm in the United States. Of, America. Not Vietnam. I think. I'm not on T.V. Okay, sometimes I am 'cause I'm cute. It's really me. I'm popular 'cause I'm blonde.

My eyelashes are fluttering. Like a butterfly. This is real. Please, people. This is a photo op. Take one of my good side. I'm popular 'cause I'm blonde.

I check my lips, to make sure my lipstick is still on. I'm crying 'cause I'm blonde. No, wait. I'm happy. I like being blonde.

Oh, Mama! Dear sweet Mama. I wail into the sky. Where's that promising Bush? Mama didn't have to die. Okay, I have no idea why I just said that, but hell, I'm blonde.

Now it's my turn. I hear the helicopter, but have no strenth to go out on the porch. Why would I? It's humid out there and will mess up my hair. I'm cute 'cause I'm blonde.

I hear the rotors of the blades. I'm hugging my teacup sha- she- my little dog who also has her nails painted the EXACT SAME COLOR as mine. She's warm 'cause she has hair and she's also blonde. We're cute 'cause we're blonde.

I reach out to the men. As usual. They like me 'cause I'm blonde. And suddenly it's black. My hair! MY HAIR!!!!!

My life's film has broke. It broke 'cause I'm not a natural blonde.

It broke 'cause I'm really a brunette. It didn't have to be. We did better with Miss Clairol. We did better with L'Oreal.

We are popular 'cause we're blonde.

[Darksheare]

Died eh?

Finch- Bitemarks and Bloodstains


"Meier may we be this way forever,
and tell me lover,
what will become of the others?"
Bones, skin, nails and flesh
On a bed of "lack of passion"
A medieval consequence

They worry you with all the talk of how you're not their kind
Now I'm stealing her body
and taking it home
There is always one more fall

Maladjusted you must trust me darling
Subsequently, you see, you deserve more than me
They bury you while wearing garments
Of funeral fire

They worry you with all the talk of how you're not their kind
Now I'm stealing her body
and taking it home
There is always one more fall
Now I'm stealing her body
and taking it home
There is always one more fall

This will hurt you
It's killing me (this is the salt in my side, this is the thorn in my eye)
This will hurt you
It's killing me (this is the salt in my side, this is the thorn in my eye)
This will hurt you
And I will too, and I will

Bloodlust, bloodlust - for this girl
Bloodloss, bloodloss - for this boy
Bloodlust, bloodlust - for this girl
Bloodloss, bloodloss - for this boy, this boy
Another puncture wound
And once again, forgive my sins
Now I'm stealing her body
and taking it home
There is always one more fall
Now I'm stealing her body
and taking it home (this is forever)
There is always one more fall
This is forever

[SERE_DOC]

I died because I'm not smart enough to leave before a hurricane hit.

I'm floating in the water. My Mom is accross from me. Mosquitos swarm around us. They're our only friends.

I'm in the United States. Of, America. Not Vietnam. I'm not on T.V. It's really me. I'm dying 'cause I'm not smart enough to leave before a hurricane hit.

Mama's eyes are fluttering. Like a butterfly. This is real. Please, people. Not a photo op. I'm dying 'cause I'm not smart enough to leave before a hurricane hit.

I spit on Mama's lips, to give her moisture. Her face turns cold. I'm crying 'cause I'm not smart enough to leave before a hurricane hit.

Oh, Mama! Dear sweet Mama. I wail into the sky. Where's that promising Bush? Mama didn't have to die.

Now it's my turn. I hear the helicopter, but have no strenth to go out on the porch. I'm dying 'cause I'm not smart enough to leave before a hurricane hit.

I hear the rotors of the blades. I'm hugging Mama. Get her warm. Oh, Mama, it's come to this. We're dying 'cause we're not smart enough to leave before a hurricane hit.

I reach out to the men. And suddenly it's black. My life's film has broke. It broke 'cause I'm not smart enough to leave before a hurricane hit.

It broke 'cause I'm not smart enough to leave before a hurricane hit. It didn't have to be. We did better in the Tsunami. We did better in the war.

We died 'cause we're not smart enough to leave before a hurricane hit

By C. Moore Butt

Ctrl C (poor) Ctrl F replace Ctrl V paste (not smart enough to leave before a hurricane hit) Button: Replace all And there you have a plagiarized satirical version of a stupid poem from someone who hasn’t learned that spell check is your friend, and the government is not responsible for your stupid inaction.