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Illegal Immigrants Poem
Here is a fairly accurate portrait of the native view of the state of immigration in this Britain.
I cross ocean, poor and broke. Take bus, see employment folk.
Nice man treat me good in there. Say I need to see welfare.
Welfare say, "You come no more, we send cash right to your door."
Welfare cheques - they make you wealthy! NHS - it keep you healthy!
By and by, I got plenty money. Thanks to you, British dummy!
Write to friends in motherland. Tell them "come fast as you can."
They come in turbans and Ford trucks. I buy big house with welfare bucks!
They come here, we live together. More welfare cheques, it gets better!
Fourteen families, they moving in, but neighbour's patience wearing thin.
Finally, white guy moves away. Now I buy his house,then I say,
"Find more aliens for house to rent." And in the yard I put a tent.
Everything is very good, and soon we own the neighbourhood.
We have hobby, it's called breeding. Welfare pay for baby feeding.
Kids need dentist? Wife need pills? We get free! We got no bills!
Britain crazy! They pay all year, To keep welfare running here.
We think UK darn good place. Too darn good for the white man race! If they no like us, they can scram.
Got lots of room in Pakistan!
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