playing

the working class playground is the scrap heap
the middle class playground is their garden
the upper class playground is whatever they want

the honest budget

kill the poor

1984

when i was young i read abook
i though it was a fantasy
but then one day i woke up
to a governement of tories
brave words spoken about a big society
bold words about the NHS
we are all in this together
but as with all the talk
it is some more than others
the 15th C baronet
says the dole cheats are fraudsters
the light of day they never see
but quite merrily he will increase their fold
with necessary redundancy
how i wish i could hunt in the shires
and eat my fill with the squires
in the knowledge that in a city
some poor soul starves to death
but what do i care not my problem
only the strong shall survive
i say glibly on top of the pile.
how easy it is too talk a tough game
when you dont suffer
how easy it easy to talk about morals
when they are for other people
you know what is best for me
or so you tell me
but if you had your way you would cull me annually
the great culling of the working class
but you do that any way
even if only metaphorically
your message is clear to me
kill the poor
maintain the status quo

Of course i know about the starving millions, I do have an I pad you know.

Dont tell me what paths to tread
until youve worn my shoes
Dont tell me what sights to see
until youve peered my views
Dont tell me what words to say
until youve read my lines
Dont tell me what thoughts to have
until youve shared my signs
Dont tell me where to stand
until youve warmed my seat
Dont tell me whats safe to touch
until youve felt my heat
Dont tell me whats music to my ear
until you hear my calls
Dont tell me you will help
until you see me fall
Dont tell me how I should feel
Until youve borne my strife
Dont tell me that I am wrong
Until youve lived my life

my first word

I nab the fab kaftan
With the macabre label
and the quacky sable

Baa Baa gab the rabble
At the fab kaftan
With the macabre label
and the quacky sable

I dab jab the tab
on the fab kaftan
with the wacky label
and the zany sable

Yack yack a pace the oafs gab
At each ubiety vacancy with zero cab
On the fab kaftan
with the zany label
and the macabre sable