The Newfoundland Department Of Finance Has Failed.

Welfare sucks. I want to better myself but money is a problem. Wack does not give much. I have so much stress. I walk about the street holding my netbook scanning for the best, cracking the rest.

I would go to the shelter but no bed for me. I try to do right but the welfare system is failing me. They say "kid's come first and that I must wait!" Is that a hint to look for a homeless girl and knock her up?, thats crazy!!

My hand is passed out as the "Higher Society" moves on, walks past with nothing to say, nothing to give. Suits and briefcases and twerps with glasses some black, some silver and some with gold snicker's and grins at the misery that I am in. Cold hearts with all the riches snubs me as if I'm a bag of garbage tossed to the street. Cold hearts with newspapers and finished read magazines they toss on the park bench for one homeless person to insulate.

With very little money a trip to tim's for a sugar trip of timbits and donuts and hot crappy coffee that has been left on the burner for hours. I take my goodies and find a spot in the alley, eat up all my sugar fix'ins and dream of a place better then the situation that I am in but reality over powers and my dreams fade and my life is dragged into an unhappy state.

Hey Department of Finance; are you hearing the homeless? Do you even care? Some die out here! some get hurt bad out here!

Hey Danny boy, do know what is happening here, ol good king? teens and adults homeless in dark allies and some live in the woods.

Department of Finance is failing me.