Parasites

Parasites Cookie/Alan.s.Robinson

Tough times ahead, say the men with all the money

To the children of austerity, in a land of milk and honey

You’ll have to work a little harder, and tighten up your belts

And we’ll look the other way, when your looking for some help

Their penthouses shine, like beacons in the night

As we sink into the darkness, ever further from the light

The shelves bare but for cobwebs, when you look into the larder

And the parasites suck, just a little bit harder.

No time now for sentiment, or brooding on the past

No place for jealousy, of what the rich man has

You need to roll your sleeves up, bend your back and get stuck in

And never raise your voice or fist when your on the street begging

Know your place and hold your tongue, be neither seen nor heard

Just step into the gutter as they pass on the curb

And up above the shinning stars, seem to twinkle just that bit father

And the parasites suck, just a little bit harder.

They’ll be scowling at the dole queues, the lazy dogs without a job

While gentle lubricating, their business wheels and cogs

Condemn the idle masses, that will not seek out work

While doubling up their bonus, and clutching at, their perks

With desperation showing through the hunger in our eyes

And resignation growing, hope packs its bag and flies

Worked into an early grave, or take a bullet if you’d rather

While the parasites just lick their lips and suck a little harder.