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In these times of plenty 
I see some dreadful scenes,
Yesterday a girl too poor
To have holes in her jeans.
I felt for that lassie
For I know the passion
That the young seem to feel
About following the fashion.

She could’ve cut her own but
Imagine the shame, poor thing
If her friends had discovered 
She wasn’t wearing the real thing
Just a homemade attempt and
Just not in anyway the same
As that authentic hole that
Carried a Designer’s name.

In these days of austerity
It’s come sadly to pass
They’ve reined in hopes
Of the working class.
It’s Austerity for the poor,
Tax breaks for the rich,
And, like it or not,
Life’s just a .

Just count your blessings
For Brexit’s on track
And Fat Boris the liar has
Given us our country back.
Those folk in Europe
Are all jealous as hell
For they all now know
It’s all working so well

Ignore the long queues 
Of lorries waiting at Dover
It’s all just Fake News and
The Brexit crisis long over.
It’s just nostalgia now
For times that have been
When any ordinary lass could
Afford Designer holes in her jeans.

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