Food Stamp Queen

She can squeeze blood from a turnip

Tight lipped

She’ll even make oil for the furnace

Coupons try and run from her

How else can she afford those diamonds and fur?

 

They give her the maximum

Without ever checking her platinum

Proudly she displays her card

With a pin number even hackers see as hard

 

Beware of the Food Stamp Queen

The woman with elegant shoulders

Able to move mountains and throw boulders

To Hell with the Projects that call her mean

 

Morning, Noon, and Night

No one puts up a fight

Plates piled high with good eats

Before and after she straightens the sheets

This woman’s got so much class

Driving around on a full tank of gas

Ain’t no shame in her game

Just as long as nobody knows her name

 

When she goes to re-certify

She’s looking all pitiful with a tear in her eye

How can they ever deny her

Even when they spy on her

They can’t dispute how she’s living

Especially after the amount they’re giving

 

Don’t even think about going inside

Or the man-of-the-house will have to run and hide

Her application said she has four

What’s the big deal adding one more?

 

Beware of the Food Stamp Queen

The one who doesn’t resemble Afro Sheen

She’s got more Presidents in her pockets

Than the treasury department can docket

Reviews

[K. Payne]

Great poem and humorous too. I know of some people who pretend to not be as well off than what they really are. This is a refreshing poem about a subject I would have never thought about. Keep it up.
-Kay