No Voucher For You Poem by Frederik Kenski

Inspired by Lydon.

God save my bank
And its greedy regime,
They got all my cash
In their dirty stash.

God save my job!
There is a hungry mob,
They want to rob me,
Wanna outjob me.

You can tell 'em, mate, what you want
And you can tell 'em, mate, what you need –
There's no voucher – no voucher –
No voucher for you!

God save my tent –
I mean it, man!
The storm is coming,
Tent saves!

God save my wife,
My junk-food chef,
But I figure now,
For my problems she's deaf!

Again same history,
Another masquerade –
Life has left me behind
And all my friends are bribed!

With your future we can do anything,
You are searchin' where we've just been;
We're possessin' the future –
Your vouchers & your future!

God save my mind,
By all means now –
I've never dreamt
Of this!

God save my beer –
C'mon, beer, get near! –
There is no future
In near future!

No voucher for me,
No voucher for you.

Wrong future for you.