Fuck you!

“Fuck you and your poor health,” says the brain unto the body;
“I know you’ve stayed alive thus far, but fuck, you’re feeling shoddy.
You can fuck off with your injuries and chronic lung disease,
Your Covid and your asthma and your cough and fucking wheeze.”

Fuck the senior management, sat on their cushy arses
while the rest of us work round the fucking clock to teach the classes.
We’ll strike over conditions; something has to fucking give –
and God forbid we want to earn enough to fucking live!

Fuck the Tory government, the CEOs and bankers
who earn a fucking fortune while behaving like real wankers.
“We understand that times are tough,” as some have fucking said,
but I doubt they’ve had to choose between being warm or fucking fed.

Fuck you, Royal Family, you pampered unelected.
You cost a fucking fortune and are constantly protected.
It’s time the fucking paedo was ejected from royal life;
and we’re sick of fucking whinging from the ginger and his wife.

Fuck the media outlets who have somehow engineered
the worship of celebrities; now they’re being fucking revered!
Please give some fucking credit to us plebs with skills and brains,
and as I fucking mentioned, pay a fair wage for our pains!