'' Seven Grand A Year '' Poem by Bri Mar

We're in it together,
That's what he said,
At the end of our tether,
We are being bled.

Austerity rules,
But not for all,
Equality's for fools,
We stand you fall.

Our sick defences,
Are put in place,
Claim more expenses,
Must keep up the pace.

A pay rise for you,
Is not what you need,
Yes it's true,
For us it's greed.

The economy is thriving,
So you must comply,
It's you we're depriving,
That's our big lie.

Work zero hours,
You receive no pay,
We know it sours,
Please go away.

Whenever we speak,
Please rest assured,
We'll hammer the meek,
The disabled they're cured.

For working so hard,
A plan we'll devise,
It will leave you scarred,
Will our ten per cent rise.

Seeing is believing,
Our incompetence is rife,
Our reward for thieving,
Pay rises for life.

Your bonus to us?
Which we know won't endear,
Stop making a fuss,

‘' Seven Grand A Year ‘'