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The Robbers
Their
robbing this, and robbing that, taking what is yours and mine
Like a
burglar in the night robbing your home,
Replaced
by a suit fencing away our children’s future
Selling
your name, selling your details, for a few quid more
Selling
your job, to the multi fences who say “Bon Jour”
Taken
control of your life away,
Without
your consent,
Here
you’re P45, now get in the queue.
Wait in
line to get your special gift
A
sanction from Uncle Smith
Welcome
to the club
You’re
a scrounger now
It must
be true
It said
it in Mail for Gullible fools
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| UK Federation of Crimminals |
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