Crackers

Yule now known as Christmas
Crackers part of the fayre
Children are alleged to so love them
The cordite smell that they all share

As to the contents the crappiest stuff
That most of us ever could see
Made in a place far far away
By people who are never free

Paid a pittance for hours
At a factory bench
Producing this crap out of oil
Theres nothing ethical about all of this
Just unbelievable toil

Paper And hats too flimsy by half
That generally tear and are waste
This is what we make as crackers
Who is crackers to buy them no taste

Nothing its abuse of the people
Slave labour and abuse of the earth
Oil based and log based it has to be faced
Really no lasting worth

Just energy loss and for nothing
So the rich traders can make their dough
Its all part of christmas the corporate kind
All part of

the ho ho ho

There is vat at twenty per cent
Taxing you can say
But such a load of shit inside
And for all of that we pay

Lets feel sorry for the slaves
Who have to turn this rubbish out
Governed by the mindless slobs
Just one up from a lout

No tradition no culture
No caring thats my shout
If you want to make something
Make it worthwhile
And pay souls let them out
Of the prison you call a factory
Because frankly I am in doubt