Poetic-Verses
'' The Worker Condemned For Life ''
I recently took early retiral,
Now I'm on a downward spiral,
My choice was not one of wealth,
It was based on my ill health,
I'd worked for almost forty years,
When forced to retire I was in tears.
I received what is a small works pension,
All that has done is cause me tension,
When I tried to claim some benefit,
I was told you may get a bit,
You won't get what's normally due,
But we'll try and get some cash to you.
I tried to claim incapacity,
To be told you have the tenacity,
To work for most of your working life,
Then come to us to ease your strife,
How dare you ask for benefit ,
You must have a wicked wit.
I then asked her why with apprehension,
Only to be told you have a pension,
While we're at it don't get lax,
You'll have to pay your council tax,
You are a worker and a bloody pain,
Don't come back to us again.
Oh and before you say that isn't fair,
You'd better not go in to care,
With your pension and house you'll pay till you die,
If you've never worked this wont apply,
Please don't forget to let us know,
The time and date you finally go.
Your next of kin will get a fax,
Saying you owe us inheritance tax,
If alive your income tax we'll collect,
Daily your circumstances will be checked,
It's all your fault you chose to work,
In here we class you as a jerk.
When I applied for a house I was told,
Your application leaves us cold,
Though you are ill we can't give you a home,
we're afraid it's the streets you'll have to roam,
If you were unemployed with a specific need,
Or a single parent we'd have to concede.
We're here to help those poor wee souls,
Who go about with begging bowls,
The Junkies, Alkies, through choice unemployed,
We must ensure their lives are enjoyed,
Free drugs and booze, dental care to,
Lawyers and counsellors paid for by you.
Free housing and council tax, nothing to pay,
Except for their fix at least once a day,
Two hundred pounds at Christmas each year,
While I receive nothing my, fuel bills are dear,
No need to work from cradle to grave,
A pension when old with no need to save.
Everywhere we go you can hear their rants,
For all they need we give them grants,
Furnishings, bedding and kitchen utensils,
For writing letters pens, and pencils,
No toilets or drugs in prison is hell,
By refusing them access they've become unwell.
We all now await in anticipation,
For their lawyers to get them compensation,
They've got the government in their sights,
They bloody well know their human rights,
With our money they'll have a ball,
Their quest for justice will never stall.
All you workers had better take note,
You're paying for us to get the vote,
Soon we'll be going to the polls,
In here we need velvet toilet rolls,
Satellite T.V. and luxury cars,
Mobile phones to match our scars.
We now want benefits for being in jail,
You can safely bet we will not fail,
You go to these services and must pay a fee,
We who've not worked get it for free,
We know the system is there for the taking,
This problem is purely of your own making.
Now you must work till your sixty eight,
To receive your pension you'll need to wait.
For us that worry will never apply,
We're paid from birth till the day we die.
While you pay for what you're carried off in,
We don't even need to pay for our coffin.
When we finally die you can safely bet,
You the workers will be left with our debt,
We will never work we depend on you,
The taxpayers will always see us through,
So stop bloody moaning and live with the strife,
You are,
'' The Worker, Condemned For Life''.
Now I'm on a downward spiral,
My choice was not one of wealth,
It was based on my ill health,
I'd worked for almost forty years,
When forced to retire I was in tears.
I received what is a small works pension,
All that has done is cause me tension,
When I tried to claim some benefit,
I was told you may get a bit,
You won't get what's normally due,
But we'll try and get some cash to you.
I tried to claim incapacity,
To be told you have the tenacity,
To work for most of your working life,
Then come to us to ease your strife,
How dare you ask for benefit ,
You must have a wicked wit.
I then asked her why with apprehension,
Only to be told you have a pension,
While we're at it don't get lax,
You'll have to pay your council tax,
You are a worker and a bloody pain,
Don't come back to us again.
Oh and before you say that isn't fair,
You'd better not go in to care,
With your pension and house you'll pay till you die,
If you've never worked this wont apply,
Please don't forget to let us know,
The time and date you finally go.
Your next of kin will get a fax,
Saying you owe us inheritance tax,
If alive your income tax we'll collect,
Daily your circumstances will be checked,
It's all your fault you chose to work,
In here we class you as a jerk.
When I applied for a house I was told,
Your application leaves us cold,
Though you are ill we can't give you a home,
we're afraid it's the streets you'll have to roam,
If you were unemployed with a specific need,
Or a single parent we'd have to concede.
We're here to help those poor wee souls,
Who go about with begging bowls,
The Junkies, Alkies, through choice unemployed,
We must ensure their lives are enjoyed,
Free drugs and booze, dental care to,
Lawyers and counsellors paid for by you.
Free housing and council tax, nothing to pay,
Except for their fix at least once a day,
Two hundred pounds at Christmas each year,
While I receive nothing my, fuel bills are dear,
No need to work from cradle to grave,
A pension when old with no need to save.
Everywhere we go you can hear their rants,
For all they need we give them grants,
Furnishings, bedding and kitchen utensils,
For writing letters pens, and pencils,
No toilets or drugs in prison is hell,
By refusing them access they've become unwell.
We all now await in anticipation,
For their lawyers to get them compensation,
They've got the government in their sights,
They bloody well know their human rights,
With our money they'll have a ball,
Their quest for justice will never stall.
All you workers had better take note,
You're paying for us to get the vote,
Soon we'll be going to the polls,
In here we need velvet toilet rolls,
Satellite T.V. and luxury cars,
Mobile phones to match our scars.
We now want benefits for being in jail,
You can safely bet we will not fail,
You go to these services and must pay a fee,
We who've not worked get it for free,
We know the system is there for the taking,
This problem is purely of your own making.
Now you must work till your sixty eight,
To receive your pension you'll need to wait.
For us that worry will never apply,
We're paid from birth till the day we die.
While you pay for what you're carried off in,
We don't even need to pay for our coffin.
When we finally die you can safely bet,
You the workers will be left with our debt,
We will never work we depend on you,
The taxpayers will always see us through,
So stop bloody moaning and live with the strife,
You are,
'' The Worker, Condemned For Life''.
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`` The Worker Condemned For Life ``
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