While Letting Agencies Do Their Damnedest
We pick on them because we know
A straight line from a curve
A tangent from an asymptote
A shuffle from a swerve
We needle them, we pin them down
And pick thier brainy brains
We know that no-one will find out
Unless they're riding trains
We tell them not to tell a soul
That 'ka' is surely bunk
And, forced to eat a long-dead mole
We tease with quiche of skunk
They give us grief because they sense
We fathomed their disguise
Yet rudeness is low recompense
For sucking out both eyes
They give us hate because they know
How low our culture ranks
And, though we have the right to vote,
They call us vulgar skanks
They tell us not to breathe a word
Lest our fates be sealed
They rub our noses in a turd
The weight of shame concealed
They laugh at us until they cry
Aloud for what we bring
Is not for spite, but to imply
That Might is always king
This thing is not a thing
They stamp and shout because they know
How very dim we shine
And they will have their own scape-goat
Ere they shall sample mine
They'll never know the inner peace
That crowns a life of woe
Unless we send for the police
Or plot their overthrow
We never meant you any harm
So why are you so cruel?
We could be walking arm-in-arm
Or supping down warm gruel,
Or cozening some witless waif
To give us all his gold
We want the same - - just to feel safe
And shelter from the cold
We never knew their dialect
That sent them from Above
And, long before their line was wrecked
Quite, feared their hard hard Love
Contributors: | Roland, Peter Gabriel (Apsle, Beefy, Yonghy, Yaya, Helen Owly, (trad), will h, Apsley, Dassn't Say, Copperjock, dok. |
Poem finished: | 25th April 2005 by Beefy. |