Tuesday 16 June 2015

God's Toilet

It’s a waste of a life
This system of ours
Slogging, and toiling and
Deadening your soul
To win favour with them
The people that would see you dead
If it made them an extra buck
The people that would see you homeless
If it bought them a new car
The people who scheme and plot
Days before Christmas
On the best ways to get rid of you
And all you do is waste your life
To feed this system of ours
To feed the economy
And the tax man
And big business
And then if you’re lucky
Your own children
If you’re lucky you make it
All the way to retirement
If you’re not
You get the redundancy talk
And the opportunity to start again
At the bottom of the ladder
At the bottom of God’s toilet
At the bottom of the ocean
Where only the darkest, meanest
Can survive
It’s a waste of a life
This system of ours
Set up for the many

To favour the few