John F. McCullagh
No Comfort, No Joy (Christmas At The Social Security Office) - Poem by John F. McCullagh
You came into our office hopping on a wooden leg
You said if not for S.S.I. you’d surely have to beg.
I’ve bad news but there’s good news too
And this should cheer you up:
We all chipped in to buy you a tin cup, a tin cup
When you hit the streets you’ll have a new tin cup
You said you were disabled and you thought that you would die
Our team of crack physicians has determined it’s a lie.
There are lots of jobs that you can do with one leg and one eye
We regret that your claim has been denied, been denied
From the contents of your tin cup you’ll get by.
You came into our office favoring your one good knee
Your prostrate glad is swollen and you badly have to pee
Just don’t expect that you will get much sympathy from me
For we all have got problems of our own, of our own
Translated into Gaelic- Pog Mi Ohn
Notes S.S.I.= Supplemental Security Income, a government stipend program
Pog Mi Ohn = Kiss my rear (keeping it clean)
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