Without Rhyme Or Reason
The Welfare State Blues
I spend my days just working hard not that you'd really care,
I lost all of my longing nights spent wishing someone there,
I drove my car to places loved and cherished from my past,
Spent not one day in sad regret for love that could not last,
I gathered friends around me who were faithful, true and loyal,
Who offered me protection from the sullied; who would soil,
I still work hard, I pay my dues, I don't live off the state,
Yet there are those with evil heart who choose to live in hate,
They cannot see there's more to life than what they take from me,
Despite being fairly well to do they still want it for free,
They use up the resources set aside for those who need,
And stuff it in their bank accounts to satisfy their greed,
They take until there's nothing left; no calves to feast upon,
And think it quite preposterous the gravy train is gone,
The world is full of takers; who lie to bend the rules,
The working class, now middle class,
Tax-paying bloody fools!
I must admit I wonder just how long this can go on,
Worked all my days with no respite, and now the summer's gone,
The powers that be now have the nerve to say ‘another year',
For if you take retirement, you will cost the country dear,
It's not that I don't want to work; I like to earn my pay,
But there are some, both fit and well who choose the lazy way,
They give a great performance, cultivate their alibi …..
I'd just like to think, I'd have some time to LIVE, before I die!
Linda Stuart Harnett © 2010
Before this opens a floodgate of protest from those who should know me better, this is not about those who cannot work for genuine reasons and have no means of supporting themselves.
This is about those in our society who do not want to work, and have no intention of doing so….
I wouldn't want their lives ….but I don't want to pay for them either.
Rant over….
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The Welfare State Blues
The Welfare State Blues
