The Poor Getting More Poor

Time it does pass slowly when you've got no work to do And every hour spent idle it passes slow as two One's better by far working no matter what the pay It's a better way to pass the time than idling all day. But some have to stay idle for them there is no job And they depend upon the State to get their living bob And for those who are unemployed the hands of time turn slow And boredom creeps into their lives and boredom grow and grow. How come there's not enough work enough to go around As all of those who can work ought to be entitled for to earn their living pound There should be jobs for everyone as unemployment is caused by greed And it's all of those who don't share and share alike put other souls in need. As the unemployment figures rise the crime rate rises too Circumstance cause some to turn to crime they've little choice but to With no spare cash in pocket and of work they've been denied And puny hand outs from the State does little for one's pride. It's a strange World we live in the poor getting more poor And the rich keep getting richer more powerful and secure And if some people turn to crime on them don't put full blame As measly hand outs from the State force them to lives of shame.