Book of Job... Centre Plus.
I stand near the Job Centre,
Side by side and arm in arm with Customs,
Intent on ensuring it's customary we suffer,
Axis of evil, wearing a social service veil.
A miasma swirls overhead,
Insidious vortex of misery and mediocrity,
Drawing the destitute in droves,
Denigrating the masses with give and take.
A fucking fake, a deceiving mask, parody of a face,
Donning a human skin to subdue all sin,
You dance with the Devil when you sign on,
Violating class, penetrating, robbing you of grace.
© Brad James, 2014.