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Common Spongers
Association
Bastard, you
owe us some cash
Your benefits
consist of the dole.
I’m sure
you’ve got some money stashed-
Keep jumping
through loopholes.
Pig, you owe
us five grand;
Expertise
your duck and dive.
Autumn you
see blue skies, white sand,
But this
debts outstanding ‘til you die.
Think you’ve
dodged this money owing,
It’ll
increase more than this five K.
On the ‘phone
they’ll get to hear me moaning
The staff at
the C.S.A.
There’s only
so much you can hide and run-
They catch-up
with criminals like you!
You’ve a
caravan, boat, holiday’s abroad- what fun!
And you’ve
managed a mortgage too.
You owe us
fifty hundred pounds-
A chance for
your only daughter to thrive,
University, a
car, some solid ground,
A lovely
natured girl you’ve deprived.
Cough up
while it’s still five thousand,
Powers to be
to put you away.
It’s only a
matter of time before you’re found
And then
you’ll be forced to pay.
Linda
Lawrence
23rd
November 2000