Tax the poor, screw them well
Bleed the bastards dry
While I force an oily tear
From the corner of my crocodile eye
Slash their libraries, close them down
Pulp their bloody books
And fill the space with bingo halls
To show we give two little ducks
Give them zero hour contracts
And force them into debt
Another one onto the street
Is another room to let
We’ll get them collecting faeces
From off the streets and parks
And pay malnourishment wages
Push them into the mouths of smiling loan sharks
And England’s green and pleasant land
Shall be taken back bit by bit
Til her feudal hills and dales resound to
“Peasant, pick up that piece of shit!”
And as a slavish media reverberates
With royalty and foreigners and weather
Just pick up your turd and swallow the lie
“We’re all in this together”.
Harry Gallagher
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Poet, singer, songwriter, actor - there's no beginning to my talents. Working constantly and live blissfully on the North East coast
I’m a poet based in the North East of England and my poems have been published all over the place.
