‘Where’s your job you scrounger?’
I filled in all my forms,
The ones that said disabled,
The ones that said I’m worn.
I feel fatigue and lethargy from trailing JCP,
The department that plays ‘Vivaldi’ constantly at me.
I phoned up nearly thrice per day to say that I’m still ill,
The cancer in society wants me to foot the bill.
My debt to the economy,
The banks and to the lenders,
One more stat on the balance of
Does it matter that I’m broken,
That is all you see?
What employer do you really think,
Will want to employ me?
I tried the Big Society
I tried to volunteer,
‘Sorry love but we don’t want
Your sort round ‘ere.’
Out of work and out of place,
Not the first time it’s been bad
You can’t miss the things you dreamed of
The things you never had.
Take pills for all these ills,
So that I can numb the pain,
That society doesn’t want me
That I may never work again.
Give them the satisfaction
Of driving me to drink
Another excuse for the recession
Tea totalling on the brink.
Do you know who I am?
Do you even care?
Not really, Not in the slightest,
The books are balanced so it’s fair.
Loss of consciousness is infectious
Computer says no! ATOS Who?
See I said it was infectious
The computers got it two!
Big Society, I know you’re out there
And that Cameron thinks your ace
But, would you know equality
If it smacked you in the face?