Out Of Touch Poem by kipper Stagg

Out of touch! thats what you are.
too much monie and a fast car.
sitting there like some kind of king.
whilst all through your life you've never learnt a thing.
born into privilage
grown up in some Northampton village
"Quality Tell's"
whilst your workers suffer in hell
low pay is the norm
but one day there will be a storm and people like you will be no more.
a tidal wave of truth will come crashing on your shore.
youve had it your own way all your life thats for sure.
but change is waiting outside your door!