A Fair Day’s Fiddle

Why can’t the poor have the decency

to go around in bare feet?

Where’s the pride that allows them

to fall behind on video recorders?

Such ostentation’s indiscreet

when we can hardly afford as

much. They all smoke, of course,

and fiddle while the nation burns.

(Electric meters usually, and gas.)

And note, most have central heating.

Moonlighting’s too romantic a word

for what’s tantamount to cheating.

It’s a question of priorities, I suppose,

give them money and it goes on booze.

Why can’t the poor be seen to be poor?

Then we could praise the Lord, and give them shoes.