Red nose poem

It’s red nose day today.

A day upon which we’re made to play, a day for having ‘fun’, a day to help those we usually shun.

Hurrah for the organized kindness they cheer as the number rises kidding themselves that they’re helping

Like they ‘help’ save the poles from melting.

I will probably watch tonight, over a beer

Parts interest me, as I wrote here

That’s not to say I don’t realise the harm

It oppresses people, but I’ll keep calm.

People mistake charity for something great

Not realising things are better handled by the state..

Charities trap people, needing people to need

While remaining fronts for their administers greed.

So watch tonight, if you must only don’t think it’s right or just.

To think that is to be a fool

For to charty we are but tools.

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