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Jul 2013
All this trailer park breath makes me feel sticky on the inside... I feel a little violated.I have never smelled poverty pass between someones lips before now.Everyone is hungry ,but someone spent the food stamps on energy drinks ,bologna and a star crunch... so they say. There are ***** babies everywhere! What breed are these heathens being forced out of? How is it possible to have so many children of a similar age? Their hair looked like ****** tails. Most all of them where naked with little *** belly's. In between the mumbles and incoherent English of the children I could hear an elderly woman in the back room of the trailer saying over and over "the Government will pay for the housing." Thinking things could not get stranger I hear the creak of the front door. A hairy man enters the room wearing cut off shorts ,a ******* shirt ,a straw cowboy hat ,and neon pink lipstick. Lost for words I stare. He walks over leans and whispers " I was molested." ,and then crunches a cockroach that was running across the floor with his over sized boots. He scrapes the brown mess off on a ***** naked baby doll and then walks back out the door. It was at that moment that I prayed that God would remove this tragedy. How could this monstrosity go unnoticed? I am completely saturated with pity and disgust...
Kevin T Wilson
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Kevin T Wilson  35/Kentucky ,USA
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