Post Modern Britain (Poetry)

The last time ever I saw your smiling face,
You said 'any spare change pal'  then produced a flick knife!
After your ghoulish eyes appeared in the dark,
I was minding my own business, trying to get home!

You waited in ambush like a wolf!
The scent of innocent blood in your nostrils,
Your throat an open grave,
Waiting for someone to devour!

You blame the victim for your state!
Or the world, society or even God,
As a child you were smacked too much or not enough!
Talk psycho-babble and advocate responsibility,
Right and wrong are only what's good for you!

Did your victim make you stick a needle in your arm?
Or pour industrial grade effluent down your throat?
Until you became a wreck,
You have no-one to blame but yourself!

'GET A JOB' you slacker, carry your own load.
Or is that the harshest punishment of all?
You have regret only for getting caught,
After community service you'll give it another go!

'I'm better off living on benefits'
Here comes the free money train!
Free? All money comes from someone else
While you sleep it off another sweats for you!

Life is not fair, the world owes you nothing!
Accept it and deal with it,
Find something positive to do,
More than just signing on the brew.
Move forward not back!

You say 'I have nothing'
But you have life,
One day you will miss it,
When you lie in a shadowy grave,
And feral youths smash your tombstone!

Do not compare yourself to others
You are you and nobody else
Keeping up with the Joneses?
But you are not a Jones,
And your life is more than 'stuff'

Junk food, cigarettes and alcohol
Survival of the fittest becomes arrival of the fattest
The world is round and so is the guy in the street

'The politicians lied to me'
They did not lie, they just didn't tell the truth!
The spin doctor can explain the distinction,
Up is down and right is left,
Black is white and bad is good,
Vote for me!

'We do not have a crime problem'
Not near your rural mansionette,
Try a council estate and shudder,
End Urban apartheid,
Live like your constituents!

Repaint the funnel on the Titanic,
It will look better for a moment before it goes down,
Earn your bloated salary!

David Icke says Lizard-men run the country, odd!
But I see Cameron, Clegg and Blair!
Moral chameleons all

A banker looses another billion quid,
'Have a bonus old boy!' 
While another thousand workers bite the dust!
Another step towards the revolution.

'Hug a hoodie'
You first boy!

Here comes the politically correct tide,
Follow the crowd right into the Abyss!
It makes no difference if it's all barking mad
The priority is that no deranged oddball confronts himself,
be another Lemming, here comes the cliff!