I’ve worked the clock and given all I can,

For little pay and some for none at all,

What does the state expect of such a man,

When to the doors of benefits I crawl,

And rapture with my knuckles white and dead,

Yet to be told I am not welcome there,

I have no foreign tongues inside my head,

I have no children tugging at my hair,

With four degrees I am twice qualified,

And now a third profession on its way,

But nothing in this hollow countryside,

Persuades me in the least respect to stay,

And so I pack my bags and take my mind,

To sunny places new with pay to find.

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