Don Johnson Poet Ballad

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:}

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Poet Destroyer A November 16, 2013 at 11:12 PM Don, well well... About that smell and where it came from...I think Id rather be imprisoned than work with the smell... xox~ LINDA

Dr.Ram Mehta September 26, 2013 at 4:55 AM enjoyed how you look at the cheap labour, last four lines are the real hit on the head, Don