WHILE IN TOWN
While in town day to dayI note faces were no longer to be seen
Some had had condishans, strokes, like as I have
Other harts wearing out, minds, in suffering mode
Recements due by ATOS, inforsers of the Departmant Of Work & Pensions
Likes of physiotherapist - New Zeland traind, finds nothing wrong, fit for work!
Benafits stoped! at AT A STROKE, I pun intended!
Desperatan rules, exclimants die! The D O W & P, on there phones ring call is:
''And another one bights the dust!''
The sick the disabald, those claming expost to being cheeats, they, WE ARE NOT!
In, fixing the scanes! Suplying cotamernaited blood and urin samploes!
The disabald, the sick, crafty like that!
Bankers, salt of the mony market and the exchange!
Worthy pepole are bankers! Inacent as lines of fresh snow white cocain!
The sick and disabald, are a digrace! had it to good for too long!
Robing the stait! If they are as they clamime to be, sourly they would be dead!
See toto crooks! Should be in pron eanry last one of the croked fackers!
Muly cuddle, fetherbeded! Unlike the long suffering bankers!
Some of whom, missde out on thire bonases! Some denide up too
Two, MILLON POUNDS! Thats just not right!
Those I know, I no longer see when in town, dun the right thing - died!
Words are bitter, we live in bitter times, soupekitchns, food banks, ques for both Forming, bitter times, indeed!
ken d williams
The Dyeslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2017-06-23 at 14:16
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