A Hypocrite

You wouldn't feed me when I was starving Not a slice of food from a knife's carving, You wouldn't clothe me when I was shivering and cold Even when the temperature was 50 below. You wouldn't give me change when I asked you Instead you just cursed me until you were tired and blue, And you never once offered to adopt and/ or take me in To lead me away from the pain and suffering and sin. You once screamed and protested with a sign That, "I was a miracle" you did cry out and whine, But, my mother couldn't or didn't want to take care of me So, here I am now suffering in every degree. You now say that I shouldn't get the tax payers dollar Against me now you protest and holler, Now one thing you must now know and must admit You are nothing more than a lying and an uncaring hypocrite. Randy L. McClave