Poem

(Image was found at the website called My Life My Story.)

THE HYPOCRITE
by Brian McLaughlin

Stop, that's mine

I'm throwin' it away

no you can't have it

just go away

Keep your dirty hands off

you know that it ain't yours

just get outta my trash

or this'll become war

I had to pay for all of that

see that stuff it wasn't free

am I gonna have to call the cops

get up from off of your knee

Feed your children

not from my can

get a job

be a man

Your clothes are filthy

you know you stink

I ain't runnin' no charity

if that's what you think

You better get to movin'

leave that tent there alone

get your hands off that bedroll

let that bridge be you home

I don't care if they're hungry

so what if they're cold

even if I were to help

they'd still grow up in your mold

Always wantin' somethin'

is how you folks are

how about you work for stuff

you really are bizarre

I'm gonna have to leave now

yeah, I'll leave you in the lurch

but my neighbors they'll be watchin' you

while I'm away at church