Considers protest at disrespect,
To be the sigil
Of a *****
In reality
He who chokes down ****
And smiles through it,
Is in actuality.
But what is it,
To remit?

It Is

There's a shiny stranger at the door
His eyes are wide, smile white and wanting more
With no mask to hide or nowt to give
Idle conversation fits before
No you can't have my money as I'm skint
It's been a long day the saying goes
Charity starts at home but not when you work for one
There's a level I give 
and am currently past it
Outside of my own remit