Mr. Blair
Author: Ben Franklin


Single mothers on welfare,
you sit in the caribbean
with a glass of sangria
admiring your wealth there,

A documantary last night
showing a 15 year old boy with a bullet proof vest on,
why cant you realise there is something wrong!?

I'm not as clear as a green house,
i've been bad,
but for you not to recognise all this
is so very sad.


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