I am a scrounger, and I am a cheat,
I cannot budget, so I’m on the street.
I won’t change my ways, I go begging instead
alienate all of the people I led.
It’s not a question of whether I’m fed,
how I am broke is a question I dread.
I make you feel that you have to give,
taking advantage, so that I can live.
I’m not always humble, at times I’m a pig,
I have no shame, and at you I will dig.
I ask you now why you won’t donate,
even though it’s not my right to dictate.
copyright@emmasharn2010
