Hey diddle diddle a flake in the middle rich asses over the moon
The little sub grinned to see the new shelter- and the creep ran away with the fool.
No good deed goes unpunished
Conversation with God is on hold till a miracle occurs.
Ashes, ashes we all fall down
Except all the flakes, lowlifes, schemers, and liars
Except all the backstabbers, prune faced do goodies, and holy rollers,
They all get 40 acres and a mule
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of a homeless shelter.
Subbie, subbie quite contrary
How doesn't your garden grow?
No money trees, no subsidies, no pretty paychecks all in a row
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