Ant Smith

All poems

Ninety nine percent of us

I'd rather spend a tenner
On a half a half a wrap
Than feed the hungry mouth
Of a capitalist twat
I'd rather crush my appetite
With half a rescued fag
Than queue up in a Tescos
For bargain basement scraps
I'd rather take a dab
From a mate's kindly offered stash
Than stand in line with cap in hand
While the bastard tories laugh

Give us back our food supply
Or you will be a bit surprised
Ninety nine percent of us
Have a power if we rise

I'd rather pee by candle light
In the street or in a ditch
Than use the gift of so called choice
As to who can take the piss
I'd rather take my shelter
Beneath a starlight sky
Than pay for bricks and mortar
Owned by some fat banker guy
I'd rather hold my breath
Apoplex and die
Than share the very air
That carries all your lies

Give us back our food supply
Or you will be a bit surprised
Ninety nine percent of us
Have a power if we rise

You may dream of apathy
In the bellies of the mass
But mark my words for I have seen
Hell fire tempered wrath

Give us back our food supply
Or you will be a bit surprised
Ninety nine percent of us
Have a power when we rise