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Showing posts with label Rich. Show all posts
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Sunday, 6 April 2014

The Family Business.

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The family business.

A bastard child from Nick and Dave
Will rise one day to centre stage
For that's the way it works these days
In the land of hope and Tory.

Perhaps it's how it has always been
Just to be believed it must be seen
The takings still rife it would seem
Though that's another story.

But on the day he rises up
From a private school with swelling books
The kind where coke's the only cut
Don't just let him take the glory.

With his perfect health and his gleaming teeth
Vaccinations, check-ups twice a week
Spending fiddled cash on posh retreats
Life for him is hunky dory.

For it is true money makes worlds turn
Ensures salaries we'd never earn
In investment jobs with cash to burn
Before someone finds a jury.

Is that the world we live in now
With jobs for the boys that can milk the cow
There's a ladder, sure, but it stops somehow
Half way up the multi-storey.

So before he grows to take the stage
Let's remind his folks we're still enraged
It's more cuts and costs. It's have's, have not's
It's still us and them, Oh Lordy!


We must spread the message far and wide
That we'll not keep being taken for a ride
There's no growth here, it's just daily lies
In the land of hope and Tory.

Thanks for reading,
S.


Monday, 2 December 2013

Doing my research on Dickens

I went to the library,
To find some information
‘Bout this bloke called Dickens,
And the time of impoveration 

So I sat down in the archives
With an old newspaper to read
It was full of all these stories
That were very sad indeed

Children, they were starving 
Coz their parents had money
Diseases spread through the population
Like the rising waters of a Tsunami

Rich folk just got richer
While the poor were paid so bad
Counting their money without thought for the safety
Of the common old working class lad

Politicians did not care
For the plight of the common set
Blaming them for the place they were in
It was their fault they were so heavily in debt

There was an extremely palatable social divide
Between the withs and those without
The right environment for criminal gangs
A government with corruption throughout 

I was shock at the state of poor people’s lives
At the time when Charles was writing away
I was stunned to my core when I looked at the date
And realised the paper was only purchased today.