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Sign on
written by sarah1008710:32 PM 12/15/04Sure its the greatest farce, I've ever seen
Why should i work for money when you'll give it to me for free?
A hundred and 34 yoyos a week straight into me hand
God bless the dole, the system works, this is fucking grand
Sign on-thank you-i could never work for you nomatter how you want me to.
Sign on-see you- every 4th Tuesday down in the dole queue.
I've never worked a day in me life,Im a theirving little cunt
You say that me morals are wrong-that my thinkings back to front
As you waste your miserable life, can you look me in the eye
And tell me that ur happy- and your freedom they cant buy
Sign on-thank you-i could never work for you nomatter how you want me to.
Sign on-see you- every 4th Tuesday down in the dole queue. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Trapezium (12-16-2004 - 05:29 PM)
| 4-2-5-2? Where's the structure exactly? Lack of flow and random syllables. |
by sarah10087 (12-16-2004 - 08:11 PM)
| the two line stanzas are a refrain, the first stanza was introductary, and so it needed to be short and to the point yet putting the point accross |
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