when the morons declared war

the youth me new to work temping
signing on weeks off

accused of working claiming
they decided appealed decided
not tell

i sawn a letter nicely saying
fuck off you bastard
had they bothered to inform
i'd have told em
"you've pissed your own knickers
i didn't claim that week"

hence the arsehole reputation
of bureaucracy

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