Frederik Kenski


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.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 17, 2011



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