I ONLY WORK FOR THE COUNCIL!

By the Urban Poet

In the chamber of the council

Where all the decisions are made

On roads and drains and sewers

And how much we all get paid

 

Now some of us are gardeners

And others empty bins

There's also the unlucky ones

Who rod grids and pipes and things

 

Well me I'm in the office

Delivering all the mail

Compared to the Chief Executive 

Into insignificance I do pale

 

If me boss says do this or do that

No choices do I have 

I must obey his orders

Or he'll shout and get really mad

 

One day I'll get a promotion 

It will then be so plain to see

That others will be treated like dirt

Instead of little old me

After all:

I only work for the council!

From ‘Poetry Gold’ by ‘Rick’ Varden