there, newly disabled -
You've joined the rotten corps.
hang around and rest, bemused,
need to protest or shout at all.
nigger of the nineties,
without your civil rights,
job's to keep you quiet, subdued,
we enjoy the world's delights.
you we have no expectations,
in your half life's gloom,
spend time confirming stereotypes,
stay isolated in your room.
you accept what we've provided,
protect you and keep you warm,
you and grave you,
even forget that you've been born.
packages'll keep you,
accept the tax payers' charity,
absolve our noisy conscience,
And silence screams from the minority!
offer thanks to the long awaited Dee Dee Ay,
doling out your daily bread,
the Treasury draws its breath at last,
not turning blackened figures red.
quiet if you can hack it!
'em, "Carpe diem's" died.
let anger rattle your cages,
like you, I'm far too tired.
(31 August 1999)