Selling My Scorpion
Selling My Scorpion
Heavens no!
Don't make me dependant
On The Welfare State
Let me sell my psychosis
On the free market
Let me flog my shattered sex
To the tabloid press
Rather than the indignity
Of telling a para-medical person
Working for some statist entity
Of the failings of my dignity
Let me give head
Under a darkened bridge instead
For it is more noble
To barter my frailty
To the minor nobility
So I can be the butter
While two old men be the bread
Why I would rather be dead
Than by welfare be fed
Free me from the shackles!
Let me tell my story on the street
For sheckles
Why trap me in dependency
When my misery
Can be my self sufficiency
If not for the Nanny State
I could have written a best selling misery memoir
That would be great!
And it would put venison on my plate
There is a whole global market in which to sell my scorpion
I could sell my body
And call it a date
Who needs quiet and stability
I want to sell my shame
My only commodity
Name your price!
I will sink to any vice
Povey 2014