Kristin Nicole RothDavis
Welfare Hell! - Poem by Kristin Nicole RothDavis
Lil' chillins runnin' 'round
Actin' like supa villians.
Babies cryin', Mother's tryin'
Ole' men caughin' and a snortin',
Women of all ages beggin' to be seen,
The ladies behind the front counter
Pretendin' to be supportin' all those
Who walk through their doors,
The man standin' next to you smells
Like he's drowned a 12 pack of Coors!
Your appointment was an hour ago,
Your stomach's turnin' more sour,
Suddenly you get a feelin' of bein' gass'd
Which worstens with every minute pass'd!
Toddlers pacifire rolls to your feet,
Mother sends her oldest and wipes it off
With a grungy paper sheet!
Body's achin'! Fever's increasin'!
Welfare's people pollutin' their own air,
They finally call you back,
To find out the rooms are all full,
You'll have to share with a woman on crack!
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