Victims

The end came far too rapidly

so let the tenant pay

£17 was all it cost

£17 per day

 

that they showed great unfairness

let the tenant pay

asthmatic

and dust went everywhere

so what!  is all they said

victims lets produce more

of them

the piper must be fed

 

 

the niggardly rejection

of just a few more days

the robots are controlling

with their unfeeling ways

 

everybody bangs the drum

you either dance or cry

they make you fight your corner

no get out clause and why

 

collateral, is the answer

without it, all is  lost

flotsum in their sea of strife

and your health will bear the cost

 

 

victims are created

through no fault of their own

the corporate comes down hard  on them

like nothing they have  known

 

single family households

where special needs arise

are the greatest victims

which should be no surprise

 

 

the weak inherit what

not much

not in this day and age

if you can’t fight for every nail

your missing off their page

 

committee’s corporate shows of strength

will strangle you and leave

you painfully exposed to more

than you just might  believe

 

the end came rather rapidly

no worde just no more pay

£17 thats all it cost

£17 per day

 

for a ceiling that fell

floorwards

and destroyed a life

and made

a mother and her son

victims

and upon their shoulders laid

 

vast amounts of extra cost

in replacing all the pain

in living through the interlude

and failing once again

 

 

the corporate arm is stronger

they blaze with fire and they

are mean just for the sake of it

tight fisted all the way

 

niggardly begrudging

skinflints how they fleece

the victims  are not budging

there can be no release

 

unless you have the means to fight

your corner all the way

and then you’ll find

they heap on more

and more and more and may

 

all their different departments

they tie you up in knots

monopolistic grasping gits

adding to their pots

 

if you are a council tenant

they label you and you

are a victim of the Corporate State

so you do what you must do

 

be grateful for the tance

they offer you, just smile

bow down lick their stinking feet

and inside if it should rile

 

you forget your feelings

you are dealing with those who

sold their soul for their pension right

and they do what they have to do

 

create as many victims

and grind them down until

they accept the inhumane treatment

dolled out with consummate skill

 

 

 

 

 

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