This morning, out shopping in Poundland I saw a man I thought I knew He was grappling at length with some pickle And re-stacking some Irish stew
“Excuse me?” I asked, “Don’t I know you?” He answered: “I couldn’t care less.” It was then that I knew where I knew him from It was our old friend IDS.
He then raised his voice up in anger: “Why should I have to work with you freaks?” I answered: “Because you’ve been sanctioned — No money for 26 weeks.
“It may not seem fair, and it isn’t That tonight you’ll be forced to choose On whether it’s eating or heating And either way, old friend, you lose.
“And this job that they’re making you do here? When others are earning a wage? That’s apparently meant to inspire you Not work you up into such rage.
“So swallow your medicine, f***nuts For this is the end of the cuts You never gave one thought before to So head down and keep your gob shut.
“At your age be glad that you’re working Be thankful you’re part of this farce Oh, and Iain, before I forget to Can I say: ‘Shove your cuts up your arse.’”
“Staff call,” came a voice from the Tannoy, “Can the new bloke in aisle number three Stop bitching about his new life now And crack on with working for free.”
Joe Solo will be appearing at the 50th anniversary celebrations of the Morning Star at London’s 100 Club on April 25 with Thee Faction, The Hurriers, Comrade X, Grace Petrie and Attila the Stockbroker, tickets: wegotickets.com/events/350672