Kids

Kids

 

The kids don’t have a Crib

The kids don’t have Toys

Their houses could be Smash

For all the little girls and boys

 

Their mothers and fathers 

Are said to be Hooked on drugs

They said the slope is Slippery 

Now their beds are with bugs

 

What the Learned people think 

Is that they are extremely unclean

But what i am asking the government

Is how could they be so Mean