The Curse of England
This is our sad society
Highly taxed, consumerist,
We have our phones and MP3's
Laptops, consoles and the like –
It is escapism; we cannot endure the sight
Or sound of the world around us, our monetary nation;
Product placement, high taxation.
No wonder we're highly strung – no pension for the old, and now
No housing for the young;
Though we have a property ladder, it's missing the bottom rung.
There is no fairness here, no reason to accord –
We don't punish the sinners for their sins –
We give them room and board.
Each road now festers with lines of bins –
"We'll empty them in two weeks"
The rodents grow as fat a buses
And those in charge hardly blink.
The tide is coming now; a flood of discord through a rebelling land;
But worry not; only the super-rich will drown …
… With their consciences and pockets weighing them down.