Never thought in America no jobs found,
Disability is a croc,
No not lesbian shoes,
When I say Croc I mean pile of horse dung,
Poopie,
Companies say they hire everyone,
But they mean not you with the cane,
How jobsite ketch viewing attention,
Those,me seeking work from home,
Why because due to being struck by cars,
My narcississitic half sisters lies,
Her excellerated fire in our laundry room December 3rd two fourteen,Allamakee County firemen slamming back if my head into den wall, my hands shakes,
I have no fancy dance clothes,
For one pair black pant small hole in back,
And a pair of three dollar pants three times to large due my ass!
One pair of rubber Walmart imatation croc( little c),
A pair of tennis that rush my healing ankles,
A car that’s iffier can”t fix no money,
Drive where I have to anyway,
Hate poverty,
The food bank in Independence set out a table,
Outside food bank,
A table sits,
Too much produce,
Tomorrow I go to town,
See we only can get food once a month,
Non Americans fine food stamps,
Those of us me,
Mom’s family been here since 1600,
Dad’s side since 1900,
No government assistance except disability,
I survived three times,
That’s my crime,
Allows me to try to live on $830/ month.
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