A Welfare Jerk Dot Com
I’m a jerk dot com,
A jerk dot com.
Oh yeah, I’m a welfare jerk dot com.
I’ll jump on your back,
And ride through the streets on your power
With my arms round your neck
And you like a castle tower.
I’m a jerk dot com,
A jerk dot com.
Oh yeah, I’m a welfare jerk dot com.
My girlfriend rises before morning’s light.
Careful not to wake me,
She tiptoes off to fight
To pay my rent and feed me.
I’m a jerk dot com,
A jerk dot com.
Oh yeah, I’m a welfare jerk dot com.
Much later, I go out to play,
But I’m feelin’ tough,
A little rough.
Something’s not quite right.
I’m a jerk dot com,
A jerk dot com
Oh yeah, I’m a welfare jerk dot com.
Who will serve me today?
My social worker, my psychologist or that cute nurse?
Or will I wind up in the bar,
With my buddy driving me home in his car?
I’m a jerk dot com,
A jerk dot com.
Oh yeah, I’m a welfare jerk dot com.
I hate mixed races.
Hindus, Chinks, Japs, Niggers,
You can all go take a walk.
I’m the original WASP.
I’m a jerk dot com,
A jerk dot com.
Oh yeah, I’m a welfare jerk dot com.
I’m unhappy, a little blue,
Cause I got no money.
My honey don’t make enough. Don’t you dare laugh.
That ain’t funny!
Having no money, I mean.
I’m a jerk dot com
A jerk dot com
Oh yeah, I’m a welfare jerk dot com.
Bill Marles: I write poetry to express my feelings about issues that tug bother me. I take my work and perform it at any number of readings in the Vancouver, B.C. area. The reward comes when I connect emotionally with my audience. Publishing my poems is a relatively new endeavor for me.
Copyright © 2014 by Bill Marles
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