Growing up as I did
in the 1970’s
It wasn’t all flares
And Space Hoppers
And The Monkees
If you please
There was hardship
There was hunger
There was scabies , there was nits
There were kids with hollowed faces
That stunk of grime
and shit
The poor scraps stood alone at
school
Their true sorrow
Never learned
Pushed up to walls
Sucked Uncle’s balls
While each blind eyes was turned
Drinking tea with bread and
marge
No coal
For us today
The candles glowed
Our breath was cold
But for us this was the way
And 40 years have passed since then
Have our lives
Improved that much
There’s helpines, forms,
The internet
To kick us into touch
The powers that be still shafting us
We’ve now turned
Against each other
We’re not that snotty
Piss soaked kid
We’re the father and the mother
There’s Jezza Kyle exposing us
The scum
The working class
Did Sir Jimmy fix it kids
Or like Con-Dem
Fuck your ass?
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