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.”
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