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A Working-Class Family Go Out Shopping With Very Little Money, In The Hope That It'll Last 'Till The End Of The Week.

Put four pounds of petrol in the second-hand car

that was given to us by your sister,

it's all we can afford.

It should be enough to get us there and back,

maybe enough to see your mum in the week.

We'll just have to see how things go.

Drive past M&S

along Cryws Road,

and past all those shops that you like;

Waitrose - you're having a laugh!

Tesco - we want to buy groceries, not sell our souls.

We are animals

of the state,

so get us down to Farmfoods.

One pound for this,one pound for that

Turkey Twizzlers

all we can afford to be

is Fat.

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Greg Freeman

Mon 26th Apr 2010 13:16

Agree with Cynthia. It's a report from the frontline. And I like the rhythm of it too

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 26th Apr 2010 11:39

Really good. As a social comment, short, punchy, and true. Strong last thought is compelling as the summary because its point is universal.

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