Why should we care if they starve?
Dickens was wrong. Scrooge got it right.
All of your POOR? Criminal larva.
Heedlessly breeding, breathing our air.
Taking up space. Why should we care
if they live or they die?
I can't imagine a bad reason why
their so-called lives are our concern.
They want to live? Then let them earn.
WORK FOR FOOD!
THEY don't need our money.
They'd only waste it.
I am not being funny.
They deserve penury.
Beware their knavery.
Here's an idea.
Reintroduce slavery.
Not, or course, based entirely on race.
There's White trailer trash all over the place
who, though they may vote the right way,
are not of our kind. IN ANY WAY.
And do not tell me that but for God's grace
we, the elite, would be in their place.
Any damned God who could care to bestow
concern on these creatures …?
Clearly, a God we do not need to know.
If God created them, they're part of his oeuvre
so we imagine he wants them to starve.
It's a God-given duty — ours to fulfill —
to let them starve. It is God's will.
