The Smell
The smell
What is that smell? Can’t you tell,
It’s just some tory twit,
Crawling up to the masters well,
To see if he can fit,
They whinge an whine about the time,
When we all worked for naught,
Unions got us money fine,
But then, greed for cheap was thought,
So the rich Hoggy went offshore,
Sweatshops in Asia still,
Greedy piggy he wants more,
Exploit the poor he will,
A hundred thousand workers came,
Cheap labor in our land,
Get em cheap, overseas the same,
The poor are in demand,
So vote for your master,
The one who despises you ,
Cheap labor for-ever after,
Till eternity does spew…
Don:}
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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