Tentacles Poem by Samael Wolf

They come in the mail
from the TV and radio
people unknown to you
online entities you call
'friend', with sad stories
of cancer, poverty and abject
despair. 'Please ' these wounded
ducks cry unto you, send money, ,
'Help me, I am starving! '
If they were truely starving
sell your computer, if you
are truely stranded in Nigeria
make a raft and float home,
If you are a rich actor,
break out some cash and feed a few
Where does all the money go anyway?
To the coffers of televangelists with
bad combover hairdos or Sally Struthers
chocolate fund? Most likely it all goes
to some banana republic dictators slush
fund, or to buy arms to shoot rival
tribesmen to death as they sleep.
If you intend to be a good samaritan
investigate before you throw your
money down some rat hole
Or better yet, use your instincts
and find your own one on one cause.
I gave five bucks to the bag lady at
the 7/11 this morning, she ate well
today. I bet Sally doesnt do that
sort of thing.