I squelch on through the winter
Through puddles, slush and snow
All of my shoes have worn-out soles
My socks get wetter as on I go

I'm sick of being poor, not working
The long years without a wage
I suffer poverty to keep on writing
Avoid the mentality of the slave

To write you must escape the cage
Keep your mind free as a bird
A low grade, low paid ******* job
Can **** off every word

But work is also social engineering
Tired people don't have time to think
Never mind riots or Revolution
Only time for reality T.V. and drink

That's the way that capitalism works
No-one should just sit on their ****
If they did, they just might think
Why we pay for rich oil baron's wars

So many jobs could be done by machines or computers
But no-one can be allowed to sit still
If people sit and think they might just wonder
Why poor people pay the rich man's bills

But enough of that, what about my problems
Smoking dog-ends, drinking the cheapest wine
When i was young thinking about the future
I didn't think that would be mine

But still I try to be a writer
Put down the true, tough line
I"ll continue as long as i have a cigarette
And the next and next after bottle of wine