When I Grow Up....

Decided to write this in reply to the benefit frauds, and people who live of government support and taxes. Did I get the persona right? I don't know.  (No, these are not my views) 


When I grow up I want to live at home

I want the council tax to grow, and flow and come pouring in 

With each abandoned condom I throw in the bin 

I wanna be a father, with seven or eight kids 

And get my meal delivered from a man in a van, called Sid

I want my wife to have a wheel chair, and not go outside, 

force me to look after her, and stay at her crippled side.

I want to be unemployed, not looking for a well paid job, 

Just be a slob inside a council house, 5 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, and a kitchen and dining room

I want to wake up in the late hours of the day, 

Not care what happening in the news or today’s paper, 

I want my kids to grow up with consoles and wiis, 

And all paid by taxes and government fees. 

You see. 

I want the easy life, and all I need to get it, 

Is to claim it, and feed off the tax payers money,

So me and my hunni can take a trip with, my seven babies to the 

mountains in the the south of france.

So condoms are not needed, and my dyslexia is a blessing, 

my wifes wheelchair is a godsend, and my unemployment is not a stressing thing

Benefits are coming my way when I am old 

And as I am told by society today 

I want the easy life, and all I need to get it, 

Is to claim it.