Das Flüchtlingsgedicht. nicht ernst nehmen. Aus meiner Gaming Gruppe geschickt bekommen .

The refugee poem. A refugee flees to Turkey, gets an apple and an egg. Since he thought that was far too little, he fled to Greece. There it was 2.10 euros a day, you don't live comfortably even with that. That's why he flees with all the hordes, quickly towards the north. But even the Macedonians don't want to pay him off. Is it because the Bulgarians were a bit more generous? Unfortunately not. And the Romanians don't want to spoil him either. That's why he flees to Hungary. But even they are stingy, unfortunately. Nothing like away to Austria. There you get 100 euros. As a refugee you can live well there, should he still strive there. But does he get good advice? There is more in the German state. And in Germany his hopes are still far exceeded. Food, drinks, pocket money. It's well ordered for everything. The monthly ticket for the bus is free, like the network connection. There are new teeth for Lau, also for the wife. German course, trauma therapy and welcome, they call. The young women are very happy and hope that he is well equipped. In the free flirt course he then learns how to do it best. Children, fathers and cousins. Uncles, aunts, concubines. The government invites them all, they should also be welcome. It is called family succession, it will soon be known in the Orient. In streams the children's money flows, the next one will soon come into the world. In school and kindergarten you can hardly expect the new ones. There are only a few Germans there, you feel like a king. And so the migrant says to himself, here is the praised country. German money and German women. Uncovered, beautiful to look at. What else can I desire? Do you want to live here? Exploit me? No, we will not behead you, otherwise we could not scourge you. Even the stupid Christian faggots collect money for us, the monkeys. Without work, good life, where else could it be? From the office comes rent and Hartz 4. Germany, I thank you.