These You Have Loved
By Ewan
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Factory fortnight, bucket and spade,
the papery packets you used to be paid.
Gammon and pineapple, fish and chips,
the taste of batter on your girlfriend's lips.
Steak at the Berni, snowball for Jane
maybe a babycham, the sparkling champagne.
Queueing for handouts, a million like us,
a job in Consett, travel by bus.
Nothing's for nothing, what d'you expect?
Why blame the workers? The economy's wrecked.
Banked at the Co-Op, shopped at the same,
even their fat cats impervious to shame.
Pension in pennies, held at the bank
gone from the high st, when the footfall sank.
Flat screen tele, nothing is on,
can't watch the Beeb, your licence is gone.
But it's all your fault, yours and mine,
Pols gambled the future, but they're still fine.
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This is very nostalgic and
This is very nostalgic and very well written. I remember the happiness of a short-lived wage packet and I had forgotten about the Co-op scandal. Dystopia, here we come.
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Beautifully and evocatively
Beautifully and evocatively nostalgic, before whipping you with the sting in its tail. This is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day!
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aye, the rich suffer no pain
aye, the rich suffer no pain and keep whining about how poor they are.
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