Our Fathers

[pigshitpoet]

Our Fathers (poem)

Our fathers, who art in prison,
mother knows thy name
Thy white trash come, thy deed be done
on Wall Street as in Seven Eleven;

Give us this day our welfare bread
as we get fucked up in the head,
shopping at Walmart and the local brewery
Slap happy those who give evidence
against us
For our first drug offences

And lead us not into unemployment
for want of shelter, sleep
or enjoyment
Lead us not into deployment
for want of peace or war

but deliver us free housing evermore
For thine is the greed, poverty and need
Debt slaves to the human core
long are we to hunger -
iPhones!
Forever and ever! ~psp

Amen (Pi)

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