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Collude 2 Exclude

Collude 2 Exclude

 

A member’s box, a football game,

all the men all talk the same:

the same old jokes,  the same old blokes

perpetuate the same old hoax.

 

They’re shaking hands and slapping backs

to ease their passage through the pack.

At work they say they honour law:

outside their box, we know the score.

 

They collude, collude,

collude to exclude:

if you don’t look the same as them

you know you’re getting screwed!

They collude, collude,

collude to exclude:

they’ll sack you just for standing out

and blame your attitude!

 

They know the rules, they say the words,

they’ve ticked the box to say they heard

the thirty-minute video

on running an inclusive show;

 

but while it played, they passed ‘round notes,

parroted Little Britain quotes,

laughed and tutted, rolled their eyes,

then swaggered out to tell more lies.

 

They collude, collude,

collude to exclude:

call their jokes misogynist,

they’ll tell you you’re a prude!

They collude, collude,

collude to exclude:

for saying ‘fag’ behind your back

they want your gratitude!

 

A peaceful place? Utopian space?

Is that foundation on your face?

It better not be hiding stubble:

if you’re not cis, you’ll be in trouble:

 

here, coinages like womyn-born

have all the force of lebensraum

in other mouths, at other times:

there’s nothing new about these crimes.

 

They collude, collude,

collude to exclude:

they’ll doubt your bodily integrity

even if you’re nude!

They collude, collude,

collude to exclude:

they’ll examine you like witchfinders

and still say you’re a dude!

 

 

We only want the best for you:

there’s useful work that you can do!

Some metier could soon be found,

you surely don’t want just to scrounge?

 

Your malady is too destructive?

You think such work is not productive?

Don’t worry: we’ll have you assessed,

impartially, by ATOS!

 

We collude, collude,

collude to exclude:

we’ll throw you by the wayside

so our bottom line’s renewed!

We collude, collude,

collude to exclude:

we’re giving you the joy of choice!

Will you choose warmth, or food?   

 

You know this game: we’ve always played it.

Only those we like will make it.

If you’re wheezy, girly, fat,

spazzed or mental – you’re picked last.

 

And there’s no point in your objecting:

we’ve decided you’re defective,

not like us. You never were.

You think it’s wrong? Well. Life’s not fair.

 

We collude, collude,

collude to exclude:

express dissatisfaction

and the press will say you’re rude.

We collude, collude,

collude to exclude:

if you’re not exactly like us,

then we’ll set you up to lose.   

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Comments

Nick Coleman

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Thu 22nd Dec 2011 23:34

It's fab to be different, so I was told, but

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