A Hypocrite Poem by Randy McClave

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