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 Category:  Commentary and Philosophy Poetry
  Posted: April 1, 2020      Views: 8

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BERTODI 

languages teacher Dip Ed BA MA tefl Inst of Ling..often work abroad, had some exhibitions previously of small water colours I paint. Two poetry books- waterstones- Paper Battleships and The Prody's. nine more ready to print- Many editors awards o - more...

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feeling bad
"Systems make prisons!" by bertodi
I'll Blow you out
every Institution in this Country
is ours now!

Unfortunately
The area I live in is O.K
Is even great
But life here's a shit
You know why?
We pay
For their
Big mistakes..

It 's Britain
Free Britain
Hurrah for Britain
Home for one
Who has no home
Someone
Somewhere
Knows.....
Big brother plays games
With little people
As we sit
On benches
Scribbling poems on brown paper bags
Which holds the one affordable banana
And claim
suspended for inattentiveness
On one morning ward round at Bow
Having ninety percent and plus
But, surely, only the commies
Play such tricks
Fresh Claims and General Enquiries

To feed
The Executive
Hail now Marx
Come and help us
Let's raise the flag

Where are we going?
Our appointment
For the system
What system?
No one starves
Where..?
In Britain...... dope!
That's why we sit...... here
Waiting for the officers
What officers?
We won the war
We freed Britain
With all our new claims

Join the Army
Join the dole
Join the queue
Just don't ask..... for
For what?
What are we asking for
Pray
Tell us
What's free Britain about
About what
What's free about Britain
What's the percentage
Percentage of what
Black, white, brown and yellow too
But they only come here......
For what
For the grand life style of course
Of the Empire
That's why we sit here
On our benches

It's compensation
Shit
What's this
Hunchbacked monsters
It's like Church......isn't it?
There they fed us obedience
What did they feed us
In Church and school
School too
What do they give us in the wonderful
The wonderful, the wonderful
The wonderful what?
Oh yea,
The wonderful british establishments
Where they teach.....

Now my belief is
That.....
What's my belief

I give
What do I give?
I give the dole
Where it's at
What
Where what's at
WE'RE society man
We're society
We're big and little
And skinny and fat
And, and, and
And we went to school
And we went to Church
Honest we did
WE DID

And they taught us
They taught us
Now let me remember
They taught us how to sit on benches
Be quiet and say
Yes sir
Yes miss
'cause you know it all miss, sir
You got it all right
sir, sir, sir
and stick your hand-out
for the cane
out with the cane
miss, miss, miss
and save your larynxes
I can hear
And why aren't you telling me
What to do now
miss,.sir

You're standing up there, sir, miss
You've got
A job
A car
A house
A holiday
Even
I'll bet you've even got
GOT, GOT, GOT

Shall I tell you, miss , sir
What your establishment got me
I got to sit on your benches sir, miss
Does that tell you something miss, sir
Does that tell you
Does that..
Shit sir, miss
What does that tell you
I know what it tells me, sir, miss
It tells me
Hey, you're the brainbox
You're the one who knows it all
You stand up there
All of you
And tell us
On all the benches
That we've sat on
Shit sir, miss
Since we were...
I can't remember anymore when
Part of your machinery
And simulated damages
Your master plan sir, miss

Your great almighty machine
Which sits people on benches
YOU
SAT US
ON
BENCHES
ALL OVER
YOUR SYSTEM
With
Your forms,
Exams
Your orders
And tidy little plans
Of how
YOUR
SOCIETY
Should look
Sir, miss

Did you think
How
I 'd
FEEL
When you spewed me out
From your machinery
On to your waste -- valve

Did I get it wrong
Sir, miss
Or did you?

And now they even repeat
Continuously
Get out
For our loyalty
And we believed in your systems...

As a teacher I am aware!
Pays one point and 2 member cents.

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