Naughty Poems

Immigrants Poem

I cross ocean,
poor and broke,
Take bus,
see employment folk.
Nice man treat me good in there,
Say I need to see welfare.

Welfare say,
"You come no more,
We send cash right to your door."
Welfare checks,
they make you wealthy,
Medicaid it keep you healthy!

By and by,
I got plenty money,
Thanks to you,
New Zealand dummy.
Write to friends in motherland,
Tell them 'come fast as you can.'

They come in turbans and Ford trucks,
I buy big house with welfare bucks
They come here, we live together,
More welfare checks, it gets better!

Fourteen families,
they moving in,
But neighbour's patience wearing thin.
Finally, white guy moves away,
Now I buy his house,
and then I say,
"Find more aliens
for house to rent."
And in the yard I put a tent.

Send for family they just trash,
But they too, draw the welfare cash!

Everything is very good,
And soon we own the neighbourhood.

We have hobby -- it's called breeding,
Welfare pay for baby feeding.
Kids need dentist?
Wife need pills?
We get free!
We got no bills!

New Zealand crazy!
He pay all year,
To keep welfare running here.

We think New Zealand
darn good place!
Too darn good for the white man race.

If they no like us,
they can scram,
Got lots of room in Pakistan.

SEND THIS TO EVERY New Zealand TAXPAYER YOU KNOW

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