Working In Benefits Street
The pen hits the paper
Like the needle hitting that groove
It just makes you, wanna move...
Get up, go, no one likes a waster
The pitch, how oh so sweet
I'm sold, let me dream
I'll rise to the top, be richer than cream
Lets hope this life won't be so fleet
That drive, how it runs so deep
Deep, deeper than skin, down to the soul
A fearless refusal to break or fall
Drive so deep its scared to sleep
Climbing, soaring, constant battling
Incessant persual of the finer things
Overcoming the hurtful stings
Barbed comments but never yelling
This is battle ground of the worker in a benfits class shroud.
Copyright © Richard Downie | Year Posted 2015
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