Salvation Army

A poem about the twisted perception of charity…
Don't beg from me, muthafu*k that bell,
You and that pot can go to hell!!
Gone keep my change next to my hip,...
Yo beckoning call today I’ll skip

Old poor folks all dressed up in blue,
Guilt trip beggings all they do....
I see they ass each year this time,
Begging foe a nickle or a dime.

Don't beg from me, I need my cash,..
The bills I pay deplete my stash,..
My next month's food stamps all but used,...
My mans' in jail and I’m confused,...
How can you ask me to donate,
And spare crakahs from watergate?
Why don't you take yo bells and pot
In front the homes of bush and lott?

Don't beg from me, go down the way,...
Beg honkeys that can really pay!!!
That profit from war and disease,...
Ask them for money if you please.

Don't beg from me!

© Copyright Stop & Think Poetry 11/29/06
   By Steven Taylor
Published: 12/1/2006
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