THE WINGING MAJORITY (A SOMEWHAT CYNICAL POEM!)
The country in a right old messDeep in the old brown stuff
Up to the keens some times
Lapping the chin
Those making up the majority
The unemployed
The unemployable
The sick , the lame in mind and body
The termly ill
Your not dead yet so you can look fore work
Those on minimum wage
£6 . 19 rate fore workers age 21 and over
£4 .98 fore those age 18- 20
£3 .68 , 16 - 17
£2 . 65 fore apprentices rising on age
Those who's wages have been frozen fore years
So catching up with minimum wagers
Now stop your winging please do
The bankers some have turned down a million pound bounce
So have to get bye on almost a million pound basic salary
Some on more of course
So what if there are some who have found a tax loop hole
You can do it to all you have to do is employ the services
Of tax specialists or a doggy accountant
The rich the bankers and their kind
Are the minority hear and worldwide
It is they who work some almost a complete week
Who will work a way out of the economic mes this country and the world is in
It is up to you the majority who must pay
It is unexceptionable the minority should suffer to few of them affter all
So us the minority we must stop our winging grin and bear if you please
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Writer
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2012-07-06 at 19:08
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