Monday 6 May 2013

Work Scum

Vile class-traiters who do not think it's fair
The workless don't work. While they're working. They're
Usually under-dressed, - educated
To think that way, controlled through their own heads.
Dole scum rise to the top, they think, becuase
Of some sort of strange lefty-loony clause
That sets them free to trample workers down
& mooch around at lunchtimes, drunk, in town,
While workers toil for everything that's good.
Just like unscummy, good citizens should.
But, ask yourselves - what does much work entail?
Making & selling crap. (Oh. Epic fail.)
While lager-swilling scum at least have time.
(& know that life's made of roses & wine.)

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