Jobsworth, a poem about the chronic state of the countries mismanagement.

 Jobsworth

 

In for the penny, quid’s in for Poundland.

A harsh lesson lectured the economy

Theory swept aside, stack the shelves and stands

Or your money we shall hide….Money?

 

There are jobs in Jobland, why’s a pound not given?

Now that,, I believe they call that scrounging!

For a lecture, find a politician!

Find them in Common, guffawing  n’  a lounging

 

Lions of the country sat upon their arses

shouting! Flouting all that we hold dear,

health, pension, education. Black holed farces.

Trust in us they say! Have yourselves no fear!?

 

Trust a politician; I put it to the Queen.

Put it to people, does this seem obscene?