.'ere you go, have a free poem, on the house, believe me, it's on the house... i just spent an hour or so attempting to take a ****, and puke into the toilet... fun...

so in the world of industrial construction,
Scottish Widows HQ?
   my roof, my ******* roof,
lovely view of St. Paul's...

                   but it has come to the point
where... companies like
Guilliford Tray are pushing it...
   they're pushing it...

          they expect a team of three men,
to move, two palettes of slabs
(30kg each) up four floors,
           manually... on foot...
because some other company overloaded
the lift...
        health & safety says:
you can move 25kg manually,
on a flat area, within the distance of
no more than 100m or so...
    but a slab? 4 floors up?
either the managers are retards,
or the laborers are camels...
   which is it?
                how many Angols
work the industrial construction industry?
about a tenth, managerial
positions, mostly...
if you gave one of these little *****
a hammer, he would think it was
a spanner...
                  perhaps the crane drivers...
carrying two palettes of slabs,
four floors up?
you know that two palettes
would equal 3 men doing 23 ups and down
runs?
what? carry two?
oh sure sure... throw your girlfriend
on my back to boot!

shame of living at home...
well... if you never managed to have
a healthy relationship with either
your mother, or your father...
like that quote

Malachi 4:
Ii ill send the prophet Elijah to you
before that great and dreadful day
of the Lord comes.
he will turn the hearts of the parents
to their children, and the hearts
of the children to their parents;
or else i will come and strike
      the land with total destruction...

that time is about now...
it's disgraceful to remain at home,
and honorable, to flush your money
into a stranger's pockets with rend...
so... your parents are lepers
or something?
   people have become ashamed
of having parents...
i thought so...
  ****... should have been the child
of a ***** bank donation!

or a frenzied semi-Dolly clone
of some Fitzpatrick or some other *******...
or... that deaf autistic guy
who managed to squat in a car park...
savings savings...
        i'm playing the one gamble...
i never gamble, but i am playing
one roulette, and it's called my life...

mind you... work ethic.... work ethic?!
have you ever seen someone
working a zero hour contract
in a supermarket?
   no?
            even the army isn't as bad
as what people are being subjected to...
zero hour contracts...
which means:
oh no... you don't get a routine,
you don't receive a stimulation
from rigid schematics of said hour
to said hour...
   you're a: on-the-whim personnel...
you work, when the managers calls you,
you don't fit the routine slot,
don't even think you'll be conveniently
waking up, Monday - Friday
at 7am and going to work
         for 9am... finishing at 5pm...
nope...

                 and what the industrial scale
construction industry is up to?
   **** my ****, or kiss my ***...
on one level...
  there was this drama on channel 4,
orientating around Isis...
and a few of them just said:
oh, slavery bruv, like back in England
with 0 hour contracts?

   how can you even work yourself
up to a routine,
when sometimes all that's available
is on-the-whim a call in for
a random shift?
        most people, i'm sure,
would much prefer
   the mantra of routine...
i know i would... after all:
    i did go to school...
    woke about 10 minutes to 7,
left home around 15 minutes to 8...
and went to school by 9am.
       what, a, load, of, *******.
ambitions? ambitions these days?
yeah... i'm aiming high,
finish a liter of white ***.