Inequality

His name is John, lives in Littlehampton,
And he feels quite unhappy.

The falling pound, the new centre ground,
the rising price of chablis.

These racist tools. These unthinking fools.
The ruined next dinner party.

John says:

My summer break! The euro exchange rate!
Jesus H Christ and Almighty!

Steve worked in shifts, a place that made lifts,
the only work that was ‘round.

The works dried up, he’s down on his luck,
but when has his luck not been down?

Dee shopped Aldi, before it was trendy,
Searches for bargains round town.

Each penny saved, each bill part repaid,
Means maybe a weekend in Cowes.

And John still sleeps sound.
Doesn’t shop lost and found.
Has plenty work round.
To repay what money he’s been lent.

But John cannot see
The life of Steve and Dee.
Inequality
Is when others can’t dream of what you lament.