The Shitass Kid
There he goes,
the shitass kid.
Best be sure our kids are hid.

His kind never
does no good.
Don't want him around our 'hood.

Look at him
all dressed in rags.
What's he carrying in those bags?--

Trash from other
people's cans,
for his mama, plates and pans.

Takes the clothes
that we discard,
garbage lyin' in the yard,

Shoes with cardboard
for the soles,
sock's well-ventilated holes.

The pants he wears,
always the same:
brown spots that gave him his name.

Came to church
the other day.
What's he doin' there anyway?

Don't he know
that he's just scum?
Got no place in kingdom come.

Always walking
with a mutt
or his sister, who's a slut,

He should be
arrested now.
He's just trouble, anyhow.

We're so glad
that we are clean,
that our lawn is royal green.

We've got money;
That's what counts.
And with interest, it mounts.

He knows we're best:
He always did.
Ain't no room for the shitass kid.

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--Robert--

Suggested Reading
James Chap2 verses1-13
The words ShitAass Kid maybe appalling to some but to me there is a lesson to be learned within this poem.
Thanks Maggie
Thanks to Robert for giving me permission to use his Poetry and Thanks to Rick and Fran for their in finding verses to use.