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:: Monday, February 10, 2003 ::

Disclaimer: before *you* (you hardheaded, always ready for a political scuffle, needing people to be able to back up every joke they tell with evidence cited from nationally recognized sources and cross referenced with independent studies conducted by the highest acclaimed professionals in their given field, blog reader you) read this, I want you to write the following on a little post-it next to your laptop and refer to it whenever you feel the need to jump me (not that I usually mind that sort of thing, but that's for a different post)-
"This is a forwarded email joke! It is in no way credible, representative of the bitch girls, or even representative of Spooky's views. She just found it funny that one of her most liberal friends sent her such a very... well... yeah. It was in no way the intention of the sender (or poster) to spread this "message" to the world, or to "convert" anyone to agree with it and/or push for political policies that would implement any views represented here. Again, it is a forwarded email joke." Okay so you might need two post-its.

ILLEGAL POEM
I cross ocean,
poor and broke,
Take bus,
see employment folk.

Nice man treat me
good in there,
Say I need to
see welfare.

Welfare say,
"You come no more,
We send cash
right to your door."

Welfare checks,
they make you wealthy,
Medicaid it keep
you healthy!

By and by,
I got plenty money,
Thanks to you,
American dummy.

Write to friends
in motherland,
Tell them 'come as
fast as you can.'

They come in turbans
and Ford trucks,
I buy big house
with welfare bucks.

They come here,
we live together,
More welfare checks,
it gets better!

Fourteen families,
they moving in,
But neighbor's patience
wearing thin.

Finally, white guy
moves away,
Now I buy his house,
and then I say,

"Find more aliens
for house to rent."
And in the yard
I put a tent.

Send for family
they just trash,
But they, too,
draw the welfare cash!

Everything is
very good,
And soon we
own the neighborhood.

We have hobby --
it's called breeding,
Welfare pay
for baby feeding.

Kids need dentist?
Wife need pills?
We get free!
We got no bills!

American crazy!
He pay all year,
To keep welfare
running here.

We think America
darn good place!
Too darn good for
the white man race.

If they no like us,
they can scram,
Got lots of room in
Pakistan.

SEND THIS TO EVERY AMERICAN TAXPAYER YOU KNOW

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:: Spooky 6:47 PM [+] ::
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