Hungry Child

Hungry child upon the bed
no one cares if you are fed;
your mom is drunk, your daddy's dead;
your room is painted all in lead;
so chew a chip instead of bread.
Sickly child, why do you cry?
The doctor is not coming by;
no health care for such poor small fry;
behave yourself and those tears dry;
Santa don't come in July.
Stupid child, you cannot read;
your hair is tousled like a weed;
insects in it likely breed;
television is your creed;
scratch yourself until you bleed.
Homeless child upon the street
where'd you get such dirty feet?
Never mind the cold or heat;
lower eyes or you'll be beat;
taking drugs is pretty neat.
Angry child you cannot run
far from hatred's rising sun;
deadness soon will seem like fun;
when your life has come undone,
find yourself a little gun.
 

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