Hand Out! Poem by Ramona Thompson

Rewrite of Meatloaf's Peel Out. For all those greedy beggers on Facebook who refuse to work and just want everything in life handed to them for free!



Every shameful day of their lives

They say the same old thing

Oh I have no joy!

Woe is me!

No joy!

Life has given me such an unfair turn

And everytime I come

They try to hand me

The same old line

No joy!

Oh poor me with no joy!

Won't you pay for me to learn?



It makes me so damn mad

Face turning red

All this endless begging

For my green

Think I'm so native

But I know the truth of the lies between

Wise to all these scamming souls

Yeah I know all the signs

I've heard every last line



Oh yeah

Everyday of their lives

They hit that same old road

Chanting

Hey lady! Oh lady!

Pretty lady! Can I get some gift cards?

And every day of their lives

They whine

Spinning false tales of broken dreams

Chanting

Hey lady! Pretty lady!

You got some cash we can use?



It makes me so damn mad

Face turning red

All this endless begging

For my green

Think I'm so native

But I know the truth of the lies between

Wise to all these scamming souls

Yeah I know all the signs

I've heard every last line



They try with guilt

To knock something ajar

Scream in fury

When they get nothing

Yet they always return

To jockey for position

Begging

Pleading for

A hand out!

Hand out!

Hand out!

So sick and tired of seeing them

Waiting in line

Hand out!

Hand out!

Pitful waste of my time

Hand out!

Hand out!

Hand out!



Fake tear tracks and broken hearts

That's their M.O.

Only thing they leave behind

Your broken trust and empty wallet

Breaking every law

Such a damn shameful crime

Breaking every law

Such a damn shameful crime



And every night of their lives

They let nothing good or human hold them back

Constantly scamming

Hey lady!

Oh lady!

You know we got no values

We were raised greedy and loose

And every night of their lives

They're preying on innocents like you

Screaming

Lady! Hey lady!

You got a bank account I can use?



Fake tear tracks and broken hearts

That's their M.O.

Only thing they leave behind

Your broken trust and empty wallet

Breaking every law

Such a damn shameful crime

Breaking every law

Such a damn shameful crime



2019 Ramona Thompson