Cash FlowA Chapter by Raef C. BoylanNo apologies for this one...You can’t decipher We got Lady Godiva and Raefon B Stuck in a nine-to-fiver…got to leave quickly Am I a lifer or have I got a destiny? Is there even such a thing? Don’t fit in without Sovereign rings Rat race noose round my neck instead of bling And daylight robbery’s got new meaning You read your payslip and there’s no cha-ching Can’t fight this new brand of purse snatching Got taxed-to-the-maxitis and it’s so catching & everyone I know has got a plan hatching But the Lotto’s no go unless you win Your ticket’s worthless so throw it in the bin Another dead-end and another pound spent Can’t believe how fast your wages went Bills, council tax & rest on your rent Final notice from Severn Trent F**k this s**t…they can all get bent Fight for queen’s head makes you see red Might as well just stay in bed Why work your arse off to live on bread And beans for the next three weeks Scene’s got you vexed…20%’s too steep Freak and freak ‘til you can’t sleep Lost your cool like Bo Peep’s sheep & the government only seem to bleat Bullshit & slogans in every speech & yo revolution’s no solution Bad pennies keep turning up like noise pollution Only fools rush in to trust politicians When name drop games crush good intentions They’re alright on their fat pensions Go home at night to their nice mansions 4X4 suspensions & loft extensions Children raised on private education How can they relate to our situation? Why do they complicate all this inflation? All they do is create mass depression With their masked confessions & dumb-a*s questions Welcome to our ConDemNation We’re under attack & there’s no payback They chat the chat & then backtrack Spout a load of cak and we all clap Like seals whose meals fall in their lap Swallow spiels and deals like your favourite lunch But it reveals a sour taste like credit crunch Mind reels as if from a head punch Feels paranoid like a schizophrenic’s hunch When you watch the News in chronic disgust & mistrust every topic discussed Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Optimism dies as companies go bust Nobody’s got the economy sussed We’re at money’s mercy…in finance we trust It’s no joke how we’re choking on the Upper Crust Do MPs thrive on lies & statistics & public fund cuts? Sadistic price hike republic drives us ballistic…it’s nuts You say we owe you…but we say you owe us…we’re not dumb You fiddle with figures & drivel but figure this sum: How many middle fingers equal people Trying to survive in this fucked-up system? This s**t takes the piss We could rake it in faking on benefits One by one we lose our motives To work because there’s no incentive I ought to see more than ninety a week When frauds get awarded the same for free Unemployment is higher than I can get on weed ‘cos our industries are shipped overseas Like Swiss bank accounts for celebrities Only s**t we make is conflict in the East & excuses for Bush & Blair’s legacies Consumerism is rife like disease But import no export brings the Abort! Abort! This s**t needs to cease Kids still get taught So why did their war commandeer our Treasury? Yo I thought January meant sales not worse VAT Now every female’s purse is E-M-P-T…why? Gideon knows…not I Depression…addiction…obesity…uni fees Salary’s the only thing not on the rise Politicians have the luxury of closing their eyes This is horror vision…factories are closing over strikes Television’s therapy for getting people through the nights TV…reality…line’s getting thinner all the time Only X Factor winners get to capture the heights Phoney media actors spin us manufactured lies No surprise channels stopped playing This Is Your Life Said our struggle’s not engaging ‘cos we’re just waiting to die Instead they’re enraging you…parading what we can’t buy The proverb ain’t true…happiness comes at a price What you earn defines you…the less you’ve got the more despised You can’t swerve they’ll sideline you…two tier systems ain’t nice Soon learn it crucifies you & we don’t get to live twice We can’t compete with the elite ‘cos they suck at corporate teat Clock the BBC hypocrisy Even Mock the Week takes pot shots at the weak Shop at Lidl or Aldi? Hot for ridicule comedy Our poverty might be minuscule globally But we can’t afford to donate to Comic Relief Made poor by tax breaks for the moronic who breed At more speed than bored Catholic rabbits Stop making kids…you’re taking quids From the adults & children in need who already exist We need rehab units for this materialist Grab it have it bad habit s**t…except The Man’d demand to tax it ‘cos it’s a savage planet where we’re living When are Government Think Tanks gonna save our skins So we can give thanks & be governed by fates less grim? Banks take cover from hate…too-late confessions they been Messing…recession lets you keep guessing and stressing Bad debts lead to repossession of all your possessions Lessons from Tesco for all the Parties ‘cos if they had election manifestos they’d have beaten the Tories ‘cos their Empire gets dough while the entire nation’s broke Even though we know it’s only monopoly money
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Added on November 11, 2010Last Updated on January 19, 2011 AuthorRaef C. BoylanCoventry, UK, United KingdomAboutHey there. RAEF C. BOYLAN Where Nothing is Sacred: Volume One www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/where-nothing-is-sacred-volume-i/1637740 I can also .. more..Writing
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