High society

The methadone mob is in full effect
slurring their words with junky dialect
abusing the staff at the pharmacy counter
a fucked up and scary, too close encounter.
White cider drinkers and special brew quaffers
getting pissed up on the two for one offers,
potheads  in stealth mode shoplifting crunchies
risking six months to combat the munchies.
Pill popping mothers, neglecting their kids,
all wasted on Calpol, with heavy eyelids.
shivering pensioners sit home and cough
with all their clothes on and the heating switched off.
The Flotsam and jetsam of benefit culture
a shambling car crash of life without structure.
Big issue sellers,
solvent can smellers
Jeremy Kyle show,
tall story tellers,
nowhere to go, nowhere to stay
Just drifting along year after day.
Unemployed fathers, unemployed sons,
Unemployed daughters and unemployed mums,
Unemployed granddads, do you see the pattern?
Things can only get better?  Well let’s see it happen!
Not in Employment Education or Training,
The NEETS generation, lacks motivation,
No shit Sherlock, it’s an obvious fact
But, there’s no fucking jobs and the jobcentre’s crap!
Universities groom, their prospectuses tease
But the small print reveals the exorbitant fees.
So the dole queue lengthens, the underclass grows
what’s the solution? Nobody knows,
The MPs are clueless they don’t give a shite
They’re just lining their nests, night after night
So the populace suffers in silence
Town centres suffer in violence
Binge drinking, drug taking, out on the rob
Which brings us right back to the Methadone Mob!