The more you tarry!

The more you tarry, the less you give,
But longer is the life, you live.
No ‘producers’, nothing made,
And smaller is the wage you’re paid.

But you are not, the bugbear here,
It’s other folk, who interfere,
The one who wears the workers curse,
And steals his fortune from his purse.

For those we send to make the rules,
Will treat the worker, as the fools,
As they grow fat, upon his feed,
Treason is, their poisoned deed.

For they extend, the worker’s day!
Then they foreshorten, -worker’s pay
And they, and theirs, will bring more strife
By extending your employment life.

No pension here, they told you lies
The truth is hidden in disguise
Retirement age and what it meant
Is moved on by those in Parliament

But not for them, who vote for this,
Who promised that, and then did this,
Who took the oath, then us did spurn.
Because the less you do – the more you earn

Mick
( Copyright Michael Westwood 2017 )