You don't control me,
I'll do what I want,
Yeah F. Society.
You ain't my boss,
I'll say what I want
And not give a toss.
I'm not gonna work.
Just watch TV,
And act like a jerk.
I'll rant on Twitter, noon until night
Insult and troll and banter,
A virtual hate filled chest thumping fight.
I'll bunk off and flunk out of school,
Patrol the streets in a peacock strut,
Not give a fuck about the rules.
I don't want a job.
Just lie around, beer can surrounded
And shout off my gob.
I'll bite the hand that feeds
Kicking and screaming, dodging and weaving,
Until I'm in a position of need.
Your rules don't apply to me.
Only when I sign the line,
Job Seekers Allowance, appointment at half past three.
Can't wait, can't be late.
Off to the job centre, signing on
Hand out, I won't bite,
Ready to be paid by the State.
New graffiti spotted in a couple of locations in Worcester this morning, spoiling the beauty of the riverside.
Yeah, let's f*** society. Which we all live in. An interesting concept. I wonder how far F.Society will get you until you need state handouts, benefits, treatment from the NHS. I wonder how F. Society fits in with learning to read and write in state funded schools?
F. Society. Until you need society to help you. A few flaws in that.