when the morons declared war

the youth me new to work temping
signing on signing off

accused of working claiming
they appeal for me decide
they not tell to me decide

i sawn a letter nicely saying
fuck off you bastard
had they told to inform before
i'd have said em
“you’ve pissed your own knickers
i didn't claim that time
look and read the real”

hence the arsehole reputation
of brit bureaucracy

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