| Roundhead |
Immigrants Poem
I cross ocean,
poor and broke,
Take bus,
see employment folk.
Nice man treat me
good in there,
Say I need to
see welfare.
Welfare say,
You come no more,
We send cash
right to your door."
Welfare checks,
they make you wealthy,
Free Medical it keep
you healthy!
By and by,
I got plenty money,
Thanks to you,
Canadian dummy.
Write to friends
in motherland,
Tell them 'come
fast as you can.'
They come in turbans
and Ford trucks,
I buy big house
with welfare bucks.
They come here,
we live together,
More welfare checks,
it gets better!
Fourteen families,
they moving in,
But neighbor's patience wearing thin.
Finally, white guy
moves away,
Now I buy his house,
and then I say,
Find more aliens
for house to rent."
And in the yard
I put a tent.
Send for family
they just trash,
But they, too,
draw the welfare cash!
Everything is
very good,
And soon we
own the neighborhood.
We have hobby --
it's called breeding,
Welfare pay
for baby feeding.
Kids need dentist?
Wife need pills?
We get free!
We got no bills!
Canadian crazy!
He pay all year,
To keep welfare
running here.
We think Canada
darn good place!
Too darn good for
the white man race.
If they no like us,
they can scram,
Got lots of room in
Pakistan. |
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| SrShaggy |
| HA HA HA I love it. It's the most expensive "cheap" labor out there. |
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