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My girlfriend writes lovely poetry.
Jack Pratt was an average joe
They offered him money, he couldn’t say no
They offered him drugs, he kindly accepted
They offered him doctors when he got infected
They gave him a house when his house had burned
They gave him a car when his car overturned
When he had no food, he merely said “Please”
They served him their soup and unpasteurized cheese
They wrote him a check when Jill had his baby
And another for Sandra and Rosa and Katie
When he couldn’t afford for the kids’ education
They all went to college courtesy of the nation
And since the country had the foresight to pay
It can count on the children to vote the right way
So the cycle continues, the trap of goodwill
Until someone is called on to pick up the bill.
-Cynthia Horwitz, 2008
Jack Pratt was an average joe
They offered him money, he couldn’t say no
They offered him drugs, he kindly accepted
They offered him doctors when he got infected
They gave him a house when his house had burned
They gave him a car when his car overturned
When he had no food, he merely said “Please”
They served him their soup and unpasteurized cheese
They wrote him a check when Jill had his baby
And another for Sandra and Rosa and Katie
When he couldn’t afford for the kids’ education
They all went to college courtesy of the nation
And since the country had the foresight to pay
It can count on the children to vote the right way
So the cycle continues, the trap of goodwill
Until someone is called on to pick up the bill.
-Cynthia Horwitz, 2008