What A Nerve Poem by Edwina Reizer

I found a beggar at my door
and gave him bread to eat.
When he finished with the bread
He asked me for some meat.

When he finished with the meat
He asked me for some pie.
I told him that I hadn't any
And then he questioned why?

I thought to myself "what a nerve."
I'll do this thing no more.
Now if I see a beggar approaching
I never answer my door.


Dedicated to all the welfare people
who are eating up my taxes