Bill Marles… A Welfare Jerk Dot Com

 

A Welfare Jerk Dot Com

I’m a jerk dot com,
A jerk dot com.

Oh yeah, I’m a welfare jerk dot com.

I’ll jump on your back,
And ride through the streets on your power
With my arms round your neck

And you like a castle tower.

I’m a jerk dot com,
A jerk dot com.

Oh yeah, I’m a welfare jerk dot com.

My girlfriend rises before morning’s light.
Careful not to wake me,
She tiptoes off to fight

To pay my rent and feed me.

I’m a jerk dot com,
A jerk dot com.

Oh yeah, I’m a welfare jerk dot com.

Much later, I go out to play,
But I’m feelin’ tough,
A little rough.

Something’s not quite right.

I’m a jerk dot com,
A jerk dot com

Oh yeah, I’m a welfare jerk dot com.

Who will serve me today?
My social worker, my psychologist or that cute nurse?
Or will I wind up in the bar,

With my buddy driving me home in his car?

I’m a jerk dot com,
A jerk dot com.

Oh yeah, I’m a welfare jerk dot com.

I hate mixed races.
Hindus, Chinks, Japs, Niggers,
You can all go take a walk.

I’m the original WASP.

I’m a jerk dot com,
A jerk dot com.

Oh yeah, I’m a welfare jerk dot com.

I’m unhappy, a little blue,
Cause I got no money.
My honey don’t make enough. Don’t you dare laugh.
That ain’t funny!

Having no money, I mean.

I’m a jerk dot com
A jerk dot com
Oh yeah, I’m a welfare jerk dot com.

 

Bill Marles: I write poetry to express my feelings about issues that tug bother me. I take my work and perform it at any number of readings in the Vancouver, B.C. area. The reward comes when I connect emotionally with my audience. Publishing my poems is a relatively new endeavor for me.

Copyright © 2014 by Bill Marles

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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