You are all welcome to come and meet my friend The Welfare State…
I’m a great mate of the welfare state,
The greens and the lefties adore me;
I’m not really a shirk, it’s just I don’t like to work,
Like my father and grandfather before me.
I’ve tried employment, but where’s the enjoyment,
Of working hard for a living?
Being out all day and earning less pay
Than the state are happily giving.
My neighbours, the fools, follow the rules,
In hard work they can’t stop believing;
No time to relax and they have to pay tax;
(It’s their tax money that I am receiving).
My house is the same, it is such a shame
That they’re unable to see the light;
Their freedom it robs by having those jobs;
They vote Tory, so it just serves them right!
One highlight in my life is to cause trouble and strife,
And to join in on a demonstration;
I scream and shout, want the government out,
Demanding a much fairer nation.
Now just off to the pub, I can stop for some grub,
At one of those fancy food banks;
If I say that I’m poor I always get more,
So to all of you giving, a big thanks.
Socialism Needs The Poor
“A favoured proposition,
That I often expound,
Is that socialism needs the poor
And not the other way around;
Capitalism is removing poverty,
It has the persistence,
Whereas socialism needs poverty
For its very existence….”
“I have been less well off, have had to struggle,
With the weekly family budget I’ve had to juggle;
Going without, when those around me had more,
But I would never have considered myself as “poor”…..”