And I thought the Rescue Mission was bad. Welcome to Saint Vincent de Paul.
Welcome to Saint Vincent,
the community of the poor.
Where your room is full of bugs
and much much more.
The food is not so bad. It’s actually pretty decent.
But that is not the point I am trying to make.
the horrors of this place are just o so great.
For let me warn if you should enter here,
don’t expect for anyone to listen, my dear.
Because regardless of the bed bug bites, the fleas, and the mice.
You get accused of making it all that stuff up,
even when they are hanging by your eyes.
Ok well maybe thats way to much but the other two lines are true.
But beware of the tyranny of the people in charge,
The mother, the daughter, who really care less,
The mother has been here for sixteen years, a program manager
Her success is just to be admired.
Her daughter working on the floor, on her phone,
talking to residents like they are nothing,
like they are lower than low.
But no one can say anything because of the fear of being kicked out.
Because she tells her mommy and guess what?
You are the one in the wrong.
But what can we, the poor do.
For they say they were once in our shoes.
Does that give them the right to treat us like poo.
Who to go to, what to do?
Who can I talk to when the system is against you?
The horror of Saint Vincent de Paul
Is not the place at all
It’s the people who run who treat you like shit.
And want you to say nothing
with your bugs your mice and your fleas.