The work dried up in
twenty-nine
Left my pockets undefended
the bankers pulled my credit in
to leave me weak played-out extended
the bankers pulled my credit in
to leave me weak played-out extended
Look on the bright side I
declared
There’s plenty left to do
Like signing down the Centre
Attend a pointless
interview
At least all my dependents
Keep well away from my cold
frame
So much easier to starve alone
let my hunger take the blame
So much easier to starve alone
let my hunger take the blame
They hand me sixty-five
each week
A princely figure I astound
To join the queue of
‘that wont do’
On a crooked troubled mound
It’s not that I’m not grateful
For the deadpan watered stew
It’s not that I’m not grateful
For the deadpan watered stew
or the digs of finger pointers
from those with better things do
from those with better things do
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