The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Upward Mobility

Sweet honest labour pays the bills,
And cheers you up, and cures your ills;
So stir your carcass, move yourselves -
Flip burgers, stack some pound-store shelves,
Recall that work, to some degree,
Improves a chap when done for free;
And since you're dead, there can be few
Who'll need this blessing more than you.

Of idleness you must be rid;
So claw away that coffin lid,
Then dig your way up through the dirt
(It's work, therefore it cannot hurt),
And shamble forth to meet with us,
The zombies at JobCentre Plus.
(Please be on time, or else we'll come
And rip a chunk out of your mum.)

C V Mendax

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