This poem is from quirky Basildon zine Attitude, number 8, 1985.
Social Security Rules
Tatty plastic sheets and timbers
Make hovel home
Cos the Government’s got its way
And we’ll die in winter
Come back in two weeks
No work now
Ache for yourself
When your fixed in a corner
Demanding charity
But still
Theres plenty of places to stay
Pitsea marshes
Tent village
And we’ll all die in winter
But it’s summer now
And maybe time enough
Please, please no more suicide
Does life have to be
A fate worse than death.
Peter Covey
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