never get up off your fat arse
to do owt. Leave it to some other
gullible sod to do your dirty work,
molly coddle your idle spine
in “Never mind, love. I’ll do it for you.”
while you ogle the goggle box
legs up on the soffee, hands in a bag
of crisps, or round a glass of cheap
plonk, or pawing choccies out of the box.
Let other sorry sods work and strive
and let you skim their profit and sweat.
The Wombwell Rainbow 