Another Jumper
The grumbling, oh the grumbling -
It echoes through the speakers in every word.
Disdain dripping from every syllable
As they profess
Wholeheartedly, in the name of democracy and the constitution
This is good for us.
Communism for the upper classes,
Capitalism for the lower.
We are all equal, but they are moreso.
Bank accounts swelling to impossible size
While Joe Public scrimps and saves any penny that rolls his way,
Because God forbid he doesn't pay his bills.
Put on another jumper, Joe, and live within your means.
You were born in the wrong place at the wrong time
Into the wrong family.
It is your birthright to stay exactly where you are -
No social mobility for you.
We are all equal, but some of us are moreso.
Put on another jumper, Joe,
And deal with it.
It echoes through the speakers in every word.
Disdain dripping from every syllable
As they profess
Wholeheartedly, in the name of democracy and the constitution
This is good for us.
Communism for the upper classes,
Capitalism for the lower.
We are all equal, but they are moreso.
Bank accounts swelling to impossible size
While Joe Public scrimps and saves any penny that rolls his way,
Because God forbid he doesn't pay his bills.
Put on another jumper, Joe, and live within your means.
You were born in the wrong place at the wrong time
Into the wrong family.
It is your birthright to stay exactly where you are -
No social mobility for you.
We are all equal, but some of us are moreso.
Put on another jumper, Joe,
And deal with it.
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Right guys, this is the last one. No more political poetry for the foreseeable future, as I have none written and don't plan to write any more. These three were reactionary, in response to the current climate in the UK. My swaying's are obvious, I guess. But I shall grumble no longer!