Illegal Immigrant poetry
#1
Illegal Immigrant poetry
I cross border, poor and broke,
Take bus, see employment folk.
Nice man treat me good in there,
Say I need go see Welfare.
Welfare say, "You come no more,
We send cash right to your door."
Welfare checks, they make me wealthy,
Medicaid it keep me healthy!
By and by, Got plenty money,
Thanks to you, TAXPAYER 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 neighbor's patience wearing thin.
Finally, white guy moves away,
I buy his house, and then I say,
"Find more aliens for house to rent."
In my yard I put a tent.
Send for family - they just trash,
But they, too, draw welfare cash!
Everything is very good,
Soon we own whole neighborhood.
We have hobby - it called breeding,
Welfare pay for baby feeding.
Kids need dentist? Wife need pills?
We get free! We got no bills!
TAXPAYER crazy! He pay all year,
To keep welfare running here.
We think America darn good place!
Too darn good for white man race.
If they no like us, they can scram,
Got lots of room in Pakistan .
#3
Google got the guys from MIT
So we hire the guys with H1-Bs
The guy that cleans my car
The guy that serves my beer
Didn't have to travel far
Even if he speaks Spanish
FFS, he's really from here!
So "they" decide to call home
Or so you say
But the reason to here they roam
Is that that employers look the other way
Before you grab your gun
and to the border you decide to run
Immigration reform is not about color of skin
Nor about who's who's next of kin
It's not about you or me
but about the GDP
Lastly before any of us points a finger
and say that we've had more than we can stand
There's a single point that really may linger
We're all standing on Indian land.
So we hire the guys with H1-Bs
The guy that cleans my car
The guy that serves my beer
Didn't have to travel far
Even if he speaks Spanish
FFS, he's really from here!
So "they" decide to call home
Or so you say
But the reason to here they roam
Is that that employers look the other way
Before you grab your gun
and to the border you decide to run
Immigration reform is not about color of skin
Nor about who's who's next of kin
It's not about you or me
but about the GDP
Lastly before any of us points a finger
and say that we've had more than we can stand
There's a single point that really may linger
We're all standing on Indian land.