We Some Broke Sonsahbitches Fo Sho! (Thirty-Two Years Old, Indianapolis Native, John White V) 2007

There's not too much to listen to;
Only severe cries of boo-hoo,
Coming from the masses,
Of course from the lower classes,
Wailing incessantly with the soft gentle breeze;
Everyone having hay fever and starting to sneeze.
98 percent of the world under the poverty line.

And According to the rich:

"Everything is quite fine!
Employment is up in this Bitch!
Don't sit up there and whine!"
As they dine, eating expensive cheese and wine.

The media expresses also to one and all,
Along with this fucked up administration's
Many southern drawls.

But all of us poor mothah fuckahs know,
It is still cold as fuck,
With blizzard like snows
Up to Our fucking Elbows!