The belt that you wear is tightening
Rishi the ruler is frightening
you can't afford to let light in
because you couldn't pay the bill.

It's a bitter pill but they sweeten it
by pretending
that sugar tastes just like ****
but they'll erase every last little bit
of you
and pretend that you didn't exist.

Getting a sick note is sick
they want to put you in irons
and quick,

Rishi the rich has the gall,
to sit there and watch us all fall.

I'm wearing braces to face the new future
so I can catapult into this culture and feed
on the poor like a vulture.