poem by Catherine Scott of Hull

There's a plot
The government expects the British people
To be law abiding, hard working people
To be unassuming, non complaining,
Ever modest, self effacing
Prepared to work until they drop
And not withdraw from the pension pot
The government knows your average Brit
Will shrug their shoulders and moan a bit
Then roll up their sleeves and get on with it
Smile and make the most of it:
There's a plot
We're told to work for charity
For the greater good of society
I notice the fat cats don't work for free
They happily charge an exorbitant fee
Telling us they're adding to the GNP
It feels to me like a conspiracy
They've closed the factories and the corner shops
So for normal folks there aren't any jobs
There's far less haves than there are have nots
Who are resorting to alcohol and betting shops:
There's a plot
Here's the plot:-
Make people feel grateful for having a job
And it really doesn't matter what
If they're off the dole and earning a wage
They can keep on working to a ripe old age
Keep the masses in their places
We can't have them getting airs and graces
And as for the old, unwell or plain exhausted
They're just a drain on the country's resources
We can't be doing with those who whinge
People like that they make us cringe
They should get stuck in and not make a fuss
Because frankly my dear we don't give a fuck
So the poor will pay a bedroom tax
Whilst the rich observe, sit back and relax
Chuckling with the bankers behind our backs
Conniving together for the next cut backs
And that my dear is the Conservative plot