is is the ballad of fat Mercil, single mom, too lazy to take the pill.…
Refugee poem
THIS ‘REFUGEE’ IS GOING TO STAY
Back home they might kill me because i’m ‘gay’.
My friends have an idea that will surely pay.
I’ll be well taken care of, in the UK.
The girls are so woke obsessed, they say,
that merely laying a guilt trip can get me a lay.
And i may get asylum at the end of the day!
This poem is not about me, it’s something i wrote today. It took about 5 minutes to write it.
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