If the mill laborers know what I know
about celestial being as known in jestful pun
these clowns of the roving feral s casting lore of dubious yarns
thinking imbecility resides in all as they resides in it
the assumptions of wishful vacuous to fester mind
if the opaque laborers know what I know
their aims redundant as always eggs would wear faces
and pointless endeavors will carry owned banners
the over thirty years jokers still blinded to the reverse
Hail the laborers at the mill, hail the jokers with witless tastes
they sabotaged lifts and all walked but nothing was gained
they huffed and puffed and blew themselves to absurdity
they planned and plotted only to see boredom engulfed the crowd
theirs is to do the foot-slog, ours is to laugh at the Wigan pier
what is idle rest, I laid my hay long ago and made my peace
If the mill laborers know what I know
they will see wasters working hard to make more waste
for theirs is to work and fret, fret and work
from birth till death to ghosts already pale from .....