Voluntary Worklessness and Economically Inactive

 

Voluntary Worklessness and Economically Inactive

 

I awake and see Liz Kendall and Keir Starmer (Sir) standing at the bottom of my bed

“Hands off cocks and on to socks”

barks Liz with her Sergeant Major stripes.

I yawn

Another day of being beaten down by the State

I don’t even claim benefits anymore

I live on fresh air

Surely it should be my choice whether to work or not

you know like the Royal Family.

I’d like to see Prince Andrew as a Security Guard at a Job Centre

or King Charles filling in potholes in the road

They (the establishment) want us working to distract us from the crumbling

United Kingdom of Great Britain

They are in charge of a rotten borough

Old Sarum writ large

Keir Starmer (Sir) pulls the duvet and sheets from my bed

“Cheeky, wait till you’re asked will you”

“Come on you lazy, workshy doleite malingerer

Liz here will find you a career"

“Fuck me, it’s like being back in the cub scouts”

‘Bob a Job’

 because that’s all they are prepared to pay you

“Look you pair of knobs, leave us alone

Go and keep the Israeli lobby happy

and with that in walked David Lammy.”

 

no oil, no tractors, no farmers, no food

 

How Rupert Lowe can you go?

If you’ve got Farage and Clarkson on your side

you need to check your rear view mirror.

They even brought a tank to Whitehall

not your small mountain farmer with a few hundred sheep

but your Norfolk Barley Baron and your not very gentlemanly landowner.

There are 16 environmental activists in prison at the moment

but farmers care more about paying inheritance tax than they do about that

They would say

“No Oil, No Tractors, No Farmers, No Food”   

Will a ‘Farmer’ go to prison for all that he holds dear?

Nigel insists that it must be peaceful and persistent

Talk about getting on the PanzerKampf Bandwagon

If you export all the immigrants who will pick your crops Farmer Giles?

A.I will do it!

You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover

but damn it’s hard to feel sorry for these Hooray Henrys

Whatever happened to the Farm Labourer holding his trousers up with bailer twine?

Hold your heads too long in the trough and you’ll be regarded as swine.

Crass, Brass and Bombast

The electorate don’t love you, Labour.

You can clamp down on illegal migration.

but ‘the people’ will still choose Reform.

Valentine’s Day is coming, no roses for you.

Nigel is in his jodhpurs with ‘Big Farmer’.

He’s planning to go offshore with his inheritance tax avoidance.

Elon Musk is in his counting house counting out his money.

Donald Trump is in the White House eating bread and honey.

Hold up, wait a minute something aint right!

“Cincinnati Nazis get their asses whopped”.  

Hate will never prevail!

We all know that but it’s as if these douchebags have to go through the motions.

25% tariffs on all imports of iron and steel?

But what will happen to the Pittsburgh Steelers and the Tennessee Titans?

Orangeman waves a sweaty fist to end the war in Ukraine.

Did he actually say, “Middle Eastern Riviera?”

We are in the era of crass, brass and bombast.

If you aren’t a nasty bastard get with the programme.

Forget Kindness & Compassion that’s for pussys.

You are going to have to prove to me, on pain of death,

that you aren’t woke!  

Who put the Great in Great Yarmouth?

 

Who put the Great in Great Yarmouth?

not Rupert Lowe

Rupert the Ripper is moaning via X

that Whitechapel (station) has a translation

He’s a blind beggar if he can’t say it in Bengali

He’s a Public Schoolboy who has got too big for his jack boots

He’ll know from his history lessons at Radley

that the Iceni tribe spoke an early form of Welsh there

 before his beloved Anglo Saxons settled it.

  The Domesday Book records Yarmouth as Gernemwa

many languages creating all the fun of the funfair

Rupert is a culture warrior who is on the side of Big Farmer

He is Elon Musk to Farage’s Donald Trump

Whatever happened to Britain for it to be taken in by populist Tories in tweeds?

Some think it’s all a big laugh but he’s talking like a Fascist

The East End put an end to that on Sunday the 4^th October 1936

To quote Fenner Brockway

“If you permit it, yours will be the responsibility for the serious consequences"

Hostile Environment

 

Ever since I can remember Britain has been a hostile environment

but now it has been amplified by loud speakers playing Jerusalem.

Jerks draped in Union Jacks blaming Labour for 14 years of Tory failure.

This is deliberate, intentional collective amnesia.

Patriots are looking for someone to blame

ex watch sellers and army veterans on You Tube the same.

The Muslims and Islam are the infidel to them

Black lives don’t matter because they are Marxists

and they can’t really explain why they are uncomfortable taking the knee

but they’d rather bow to Jacob Rees Mogg and the Reform Five

than anyone of a different religion and skin colour.

Lord and Lady Muck have got our best interests at heart

And don’t you say nuffink about the King!

The Queen, his mother was our soul bearer going back to the Crusades!

JESUS!

You claim to be a Christian Nation because of a Middle Eastern Religion

but because your Puritans invaded Turtle Island and killed up until Wounded Knee,

you can’t see the point of reparations for slavery

DON’T YOU SEE?

You are the problem ye sons and daughters of Albion

Your flag is made up, your anthem a dirge

You look around to blame others when you are the scourge

You worship an orange businessman and racists in suits

but walk by the homeless suspecting them of being communist

You are the virus that you wouldn’t mask up for!

There’s no vaccination against prejudice and hate

You’ll just have to keep marching to work out your fate.   

 

The poor can’t afford to be patriotic

 

Is that a statement or an order Sir?

Stand down, stand easy Private Williams!

The pen is mightier than the sword!

But a pen can’t cut your head off Sir!

You’ve been brutalised without even knowing it

We’ve kept you impoverished to stop you from seeing it

But I love my country Sir!

Why?

Well, this green and pleasant land, my dysfunctional family, my friends

Your gang?

But what is an army if it’s not a gang?

You know that we call you lot thugs?

We hunted you down, killed and imprisoned you in India of the 19^th Century

But we are the same skin colour Sir! We worship the same God!

Where did your subservience come from man?

From poverty Sir, from being poor.

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