Poetry Corner

Every Friday I spend a day at one of our Politically Correct Public Schools. Here are some of the poems written by Math and Science Students, just to make you taxpayers smile at how your hard earned money is being spent:

Hand over your wallet, racist
What price is MY DIGNITY
How about ... a million bucks!
Somewhere, someone is using the N-word
You owe me now, scum.
Now and forever ...
Hurry, I want to buy some smokes

Oh, How oppressed I feel today.
The snow is gone, forever, forever, forever
The sunset is a smoggy red
and nevermore will my feet meet slush
How I miss winter.

Woe is me, my handout is late
The landlord wants the rent
again
Why should I have to pay?
I am a victim,
Bob Rae says so.
Somebody! Change my diaper!

Mommy, why is Canada a Racist Shithole?
Why is the Harp Seal extinct?
When can I qualify for handouts?
Who is my daddy?
Where did Mike Harris hide him?

Coal is bad ... it makes my Math Teacher cry,
I want to live like the Hobbits,
singing and dancing
around the Money Tree...

My name is Mu'Goo Gu'Moo
in my peaceful African village, we raise goats and yams
Toronto is a racist shithole
I cannot keep a goat on the balcony
and my diaper squeezings killed the yams
now the village people are hungry.

Hurry up with my handout!
My ancestors were oppressed!
I cannot work for a living
No employer will satisfy my special needs
No justice if the cop and courts do not speak my language
As fast as I can make it up.
My teeth are going yellow,
from the cigarettes you make me smoke.
My liver is small and shrunken,
from the racist beer you make me drink.
I am fat and itchy
from the blubber you make me eat
and the biting insects infest my sofa
because you haven't cleaned up my mess
Hurry up with my handout,
racist taxpayer scum

I, Fenris Badwulf, brought you this wholesome goodness from our Public Education System. Other people's children are your future.