Wednesday, November 08, 2006

THE REFUGEE 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, Medicare it keep you healthy!

By and by, I got plenty money, Thanks to you, Australian dummy.
Write to friends in motherland, Tell them 'come 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, neighbour's patience wearing thin.
Finally, Australian 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 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!
Australian crazy! He pay all year, To keep welfare running here.

We think Australia darn good place! Too darn good for the Australian Race.
If they no like us, they can scram, Got lots of room in Pakistan
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