when the morons declared war

the youth me new to work temping
signing on the weeks off

i was accused of working when claiming
they decided appealed decided
i wasn't told any of this

i just got a letter nicely saying
fuck off you bastard
had they bothered to let me know
this was going on
i'd have told em
"you're pissing in your own trousers,
i hadn't claimed that week."

no wonder state bureaucracies
have such an arsehole reputation

image: poem



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