Poetry

Monday, 6 September 2021

Wessex Water

 He had a job with Wessex water

It was a damn good job boys

A dam good job

But you see he couldn't stay

It breaks my heart

It was a job for life

Or a life for job?

You see the money stop flowing

Down at the water works

The work dried up

He was parched as starched shirts

But a dam good job!

It was

You know it never rains but it pours

Down at the wishing well shores

Where the tide came in

And we all grew thin

On fat wages

Meant for better ages


It's a slow drip, drip

Like the news fed

Up at the panda enclosure

Life in black and white


It was a slippery slope.

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