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#welfarestate
Behold your public funds at work: Trash-strewn gutters, loitering thugs; Sidewalk dancers start to twerk While tattooed clowns deal circus drugs. Social workers check the pulse In clouds of menace: sick-sweet smoke. The cities brain and guts convulse: Mad laughter for an absent joke. Such Godless faces, Christless souls Whose gazes show malign defeat Evoke dysfunction. On it rolls: A harsh, reptilian urban beat. The ghosts of absent fathers fade In methadone . . . the guttural yells Infect the urine-reeking shade Of demons bound in welfare hells. America—reduced to this. Fragmented, begging for repair. A vicious and unkind abyss Beyond all hope and all despair. I want to flee such streets of noise Where fate is read in scraps of trash When sirens urge the circus boys To pocket their illicit cash.
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
Sinner Cities
I sing of life at state expense a state devoid of common sense addicted to obesity impolitic in body weight yet headed for austerity as other people’s money ends plebeian class-revolt transcends our bureaucratic history. They stack the monthly welfare decks complain the service second-rate those sullen clients, thankless louts pajama-clad with tattooed pouts whose girlfriends swell while babies cry; the fathers mumble, sagging high and wait in lines. The women try to fool the lunar period conceptions waxing myriad while teenage dads discover *** and social workers cash the checks the daily urban nightmare is enough to scare a nation broke in clouds of marijuana smoke: the cashless global mystery. The breeders born in tropic lands are tempted till they take the bait no baby-momma understands what family means, what life demands Your undertakers overstate in order to remunerate your Democratic history: a bankrupt urban mystery the not-so-Great Society. The ghetto sperm-donation ploy makes babies but maintains the boy to run around from mom to mom slow-motion population bomb as if to merely demonstrate that social program funders wait till number-crunchers aggravate the urban teenage welfare state.
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
Farewell, Welfare