Cash Flow

Cash Flow

A Chapter by Raef C. Boylan
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No apologies for this one...

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You can’t decipher Coventry

We got Lady Godiva and Raefon B

Stuck in a nine-to-fiver…got to leave quickly

Am I a lifer or have I got a destiny?

Is there even such a thing?

Don’t fit in without Sovereign rings

Rat race noose round my neck instead of bling

And daylight robbery’s got new meaning

You read your payslip and there’s no cha-ching

Can’t fight this new brand of purse snatching

Got taxed-to-the-maxitis and it’s so catching

& everyone I know has got a plan hatching

But the Lotto’s no go unless you win

Your ticket’s worthless so throw it in the bin

Another dead-end and another pound spent

Can’t believe how fast your wages went

Bills, council tax & rest on your rent

Final notice from Severn Trent

F**k this s**t…they can all get bent

Fight for queen’s head makes you see red

Might as well just stay in bed

Why work your arse off to live on bread

And beans for the next three weeks

Scene’s got you vexed…20%’s too steep

Freak and freak ‘til you can’t sleep

Lost your cool like Bo Peep’s sheep

& the government only seem to bleat

Bullshit & slogans in every speech

& yo revolution’s no solution

Bad pennies keep turning up like noise pollution

Only fools rush in to trust politicians

When name drop games crush good intentions

They’re alright on their fat pensions

Go home at night to their nice mansions

4X4 suspensions & loft extensions

Children raised on private education

How can they relate to our situation?

Why do they complicate all this inflation?

All they do is create mass depression

With their masked confessions & dumb-a*s questions

Welcome to our ConDemNation

We’re under attack & there’s no payback

They chat the chat & then backtrack

Spout a load of cak and we all clap

Like seals whose meals fall in their lap

Swallow spiels and deals like your favourite lunch

But it reveals a sour taste like credit crunch

Mind reels as if from a head punch

Feels paranoid like a schizophrenic’s hunch

When you watch the News in chronic disgust

& mistrust every topic discussed

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Optimism dies as companies go bust

Nobody’s got the economy sussed

We’re at money’s mercy…in finance we trust

It’s no joke how we’re choking on the Upper Crust

Do MPs thrive on lies & statistics & public fund cuts?

Sadistic price hike republic drives us ballistic…it’s nuts

You say we owe you…but we say you owe us…we’re not dumb

You fiddle with figures & drivel but figure this sum:

How many middle fingers equal people

Trying to survive in this fucked-up system?

 

 

This s**t takes the piss

We could rake it in faking on benefits

One by one we lose our motives

To work because there’s no incentive

I ought to see more than ninety a week

When frauds get awarded the same for free

Unemployment is higher than I can get on weed

‘cos our industries are shipped overseas

Like Swiss bank accounts for celebrities

Only s**t we make is conflict in the East

& excuses for Bush & Blair’s legacies

Consumerism is rife like disease

But import no export brings the UK to its knees

Abort! Abort! This s**t needs to cease

Kids still get taught USA is the land of the free

So why did their war commandeer our Treasury?

Yo I thought January meant sales not worse VAT

Now every female’s purse is E-M-P-T…why?

Gideon knows…not I

Depression…addiction…obesity…uni fees

Salary’s the only thing not on the rise

Politicians have the luxury of closing their eyes

This is horror vision…factories are closing over strikes

Television’s therapy for getting people through the nights

TV…reality…line’s getting thinner all the time

Only X Factor winners get to capture the heights

Phoney media actors spin us manufactured lies

No surprise channels stopped playing This Is Your Life

Said our struggle’s not engaging ‘cos we’re just waiting to die

Instead they’re enraging you…parading what we can’t buy

The proverb ain’t true…happiness comes at a price

What you earn defines you…the less you’ve got the more despised

You can’t swerve they’ll sideline you…two tier systems ain’t nice

Soon learn it crucifies you & we don’t get to live twice

We can’t compete with the elite ‘cos they suck at corporate teat

Clock the BBC hypocrisy

Even Mock the Week takes pot shots at the weak

Shop at Lidl or Aldi? Hot for ridicule comedy

Our poverty might be minuscule globally

But we can’t afford to donate to Comic Relief

Made poor by tax breaks for the moronic who breed

At more speed than bored Catholic rabbits

Stop making kids…you’re taking quids

From the adults & children in need who already exist

We need rehab units for this materialist

Grab it have it bad habit s**t…except The Man’d demand to tax it

‘cos it’s a savage planet where we’re living

When are Government Think Tanks gonna save our skins

So we can give thanks & be governed by fates less grim?

Banks take cover from hate…too-late confessions they been

Messing…recession lets you keep guessing and stressing

Bad debts lead to repossession of all your possessions

Lessons from Tesco for all the Parties

‘cos if they had election manifestos they’d have beaten the Tories

‘cos their Empire gets dough while the entire nation’s broke

Even though we know it’s only monopoly money

 



© 2011 Raef C. Boylan


Author's Note

Raef C. Boylan
I'm crazy enough right now to actually want to make this into a track.
Thanks for reading.

[and I did...]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hAxJ-VpRHm4

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I was unable to access the video.
But the writing is ... the work of a worker who finds his work to be less than is sufficient to satisfy the longings of his vessel.
He feels lonely, but is not. He wonders if he is guilty or being unreasonable.
He is not.
Now is the time to talk to the man or woman next door.
Tell them you are feeling fucked. and they will open their bags and show you the same.
Then you have common ground to work from.

How very nice to hear your voice again, Mr. Boylan.
I thought you were dead.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I was unable to access the video.
But the writing is ... the work of a worker who finds his work to be less than is sufficient to satisfy the longings of his vessel.
He feels lonely, but is not. He wonders if he is guilty or being unreasonable.
He is not.
Now is the time to talk to the man or woman next door.
Tell them you are feeling fucked. and they will open their bags and show you the same.
Then you have common ground to work from.

How very nice to hear your voice again, Mr. Boylan.
I thought you were dead.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yes.......this would work perfectly as a track and yes powerful with all the truth and I so agree with every line.........this is how it has become, with no sign it will get better............why do I bother working?!
Now email me and run me through what you need help with :))


Posted 13 Years Ago


Make it into a track!! I order you to do it!!

Wicked piece, I get you on all points. Did you see the footage of yesterday's student protest? Some of the students made some excellent points (best one being "Of course they'll raise tuition fees, they're in an elite positions and have never had to pay for their education!")

I can't comment on the technical here, because you're making a point that is stronger than the bloody technique. But it is awesome.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is awesome, been missing new words from you

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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