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A Poem about the Unemployed.

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The Forgotten People.

No job, nowhere to live,
depend on people who give,
an industry of abuse has grown,
around the unemployment zone.

Hounded without a pause,
breached without a cause,
any excuse to make a buck,
the minister doesn't give a f#@k.

Paid an absolute pittance,
look for work without assistance,
Centrelink get paid for their sins,
evil wears many grins.

Government, a satanic institution,
driving youth into crime and prostitution,
Eve weeps for her children,
Centrelink makes a billion.


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