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Poor little rich girl

I’m Fairy Talulah Tilly Plumcake
My Brother’s Glasgow Rio Pilkington Blake
We’re beautiful spoiled and incredibly rich
Daddy’s a footballer and Mummy’s a bitch.
We talk like Essex and look like L.A.
But we don’t talk much ‘cos we’ve nothing to say.
I practice being sulky and he looks fierce.
We’ve tatts all over and everything’s pierced.
Half the world is poor and starving you know -
it made us so sad we got addicted to Blow.
Ever so depressed so I slit my wrists
‘n Glasgow got an ASBO for using his fists.
He got so mad he put 10 million on red.
I’m now on heroin and wish I was dead.
It’s not our fault that we turned out wrong
and I don’t know what we’ll do when the money’s all gone.


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Hunger

 

Malnutrition.

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Growling with emptiness their

stomachs are burning with weakness

they are hungry.

 

Staring at their un-easiness

their bulging bellies retrieving us

it seems so defeat less

they say.

 

This hunger; this depleted health

melting on the meek

starving, incomplete.

 

The wealthy turn their heads

stuffing their mouths with the dead

homeless and poor, alone they are

writhing in pain.

 

Fulfilling the stomach on greed

is disastrous, when hunger seems

so vast, so immediate and

where’s the shame?

 

All of this world’s bounty wasted

on the meaningless — the insane.

 

© [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [thepainterspalate.wordpress.com], [2012]. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material, artwork, or photo’s without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [thepainterspalate.wordpress.com] with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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