Thursday, 10 February 2011
A poem about the great unwashed, (ungrateful, seeing as we buy their soap)!
Why do you insist on breeding
when it’s us who are left feeding?
your snarling brood, all pale and cross
If only you’d stopped at a toss.
Why so angry? You have it all
60 inch plasma on your wall,
Catalogues, you’ll never pay
Rent stashed for your holiday.
It’s us who work that foot the bill
when through smoking you fall ill
Want want want and take take take
Orange tans & Ugg boots (fake)
About your kids, take a look
Have they ever read a book?
Look after them, they learn from you
Copying all you say and do
What’s important? Do you care
That neighbours do not want you there?
Make a change, be polite and smile
It’s not cool to be on Jeremy Kyle!
Have a little dignity
Fix up, look sharp, learn…A B C…
I fear you just cannot be a*sed
Maybe the hope has come and past
My parents worked, gave us attention
And now they struggle on their pension
It’s not that I begrudge the needy
It’s just you, you’re really greedy!