Snickering Sods
Snickering sods with feet of clay,
Who can we friggen rob today,
Knock down the cleaners wage some more,
Contracted 200 less a week 4 sure,
And yes it is a fact,
The tory bustards hate the poor!
Ironic is the icy grip,
As death creeps closer on a bit,
Give money out, a bribe do it,
Salvation bought haw haw,
Think again fat hog, whaffor?
Don Johnson
{Australia where the government cleaners were forced to take a FORCED ON CONTRACT wage drop of $200 a week}
the incessant need for greed,
till you get old and frightened of your future prospects,
the oh so noble :} philantrophist.......
RETURNING THE ROBBERY PROCEEDS OF 70 YEARS ETC...
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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