Rant (as are all my poems)

I look at the news

all I see is bad news

its true it gets me blue 

but through and through I cannot choose to

ignore the stories that pour from my tory tv screen

i liked it better when the media was ran by labour 

i felt safer on the streets with all those bobbies on the beat

but with the econmoic depleate 

the news is just aother repeat from march 1990

crikey, is there any point in looking for a job these days?

it seems only girls get employed on the high street theese days

Need a degree to work in tesco theese days

lot of guys just getting hazy theese days

fury.

fury when I see money change hands to another wealthy person

fury at the government for closing all their curtains

banishing themselves to their own little world

oblivious to insidious crimes committed against the populace

families thrown out of their homes

don’t moan about your tax rates when you make 100,000 grand a week on your own

its just another rant about the state of the country

I’m sorry if i keep going on, it just fucking bugs me