Immigrant Poem
I cross ocean,
poor and broke,
Take bus,
see employment folk.
Nice man treat me good in there,
Say I need to see welfare.
Welfare say,
"You come no more,
We send cash right to your door."
Welfare checks,
they make you wealthy,
Medicaid it keep you healthy!
By and by,
I got plenty money,
Thanks to you,
New Zealand dummy.
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