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