You know
Over the bony
Lean skint years
The Department of
Health and Social Security
Became
The Department of
Social Security
Became
The Department of
Work and Pensions.
No health
No wealth
No pretence at caring.
Monitored bank accounts
Jobsworth wound-inflicters
Sniffing around for the
Greedy aspirant proles
Always repeat always
Trying to scam a few quid
All ways and means tested.
But the modern world is all
Boxed up
Locked up, locked down
Interconnected
Corruption infected
And any
AHA! GOTCHA!! moments
Of punitive benefits cuts
Will never be replicated
Way up in the
Elite fatgut scamster echelons.
The giddy laughing
Corporate coup crew
Know how to pull an
Anti-social insecurity
Scam you damned amateur.
You didn't even get crumbs
They got the whole hot cake
And baked themselves
A file into it to
Get out of jail free.
So no matter
How little you try to hustle
You will never get anything like
How much the proper
Corporate thieves get
All in a hard day's workshy.
So don't even try.
Just get back to that
Dead end sharp bends ahead
Delivery driver or cleaner or
Security guard or carer career.
Penny for the guy
Falling from the grateful sky.
And whatever you do
Never
Don't you ever
Let your dazed fazed razed
Escape-tunnelling mind
Wander and wonder
About the
Infinite life possibilities that
Whoever They are sewed up
Long before you were born
Puppydog begging at the
Rigged tilted table.
Just nod and smile
As they work you to death
Minimum wage maximum rage
Just like every other
Sister and brother
Whore's-kin serf in history
And be thankful that
AI hasn't stolen your job
And left you
Dead in the dirt...
...Yet.
THE NEVER END
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