Think I'm reverting to an angst-ridden teen
I'm not doing that, I said,
You must think I'm off my head.
Work for you for nowt a day,
And they say crime doesn't pay

I'm better than that, so on I sign
And collect my dole stood in a line
Made up of Anglo Saxons like me.
Johny doesn't have an NI number, you see.

But I'm too blind drunk at 3 am,
When I'm buying my kebab from them,
To realise minimum wage is just for me
And doesn't help Johny feed his family.

I seem to miss the irony
Of parasites complaining about being bitten,
And in the glory of the country of which I profess pride
By my conduct being smitten.
(Garnett, Fri 12 Aug 2005, 16:45, Reply)