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The Cost of Living

With the DWP back in the spotlight for their utter disregard and “blatant discrimination” of the needs of vulnerable members of society, I wanted to share this again

Scribbles from me to you

Who said you’re dying, don’t be so daft!
We know you still can do some hard graft
Can’t you sit still an hour and lift an empty box?
Then up off your ass and pull up your socks
We don’t want shirkers and lazy sods
Here’s your application form for a hundred jobs!

Dear Mr Bereaved, we are sorry to hear
That your missus passed away but let us be clear
Her death was inevitable, sure we all must go
She could have appealed. No one was to know.
She answered all 20 questions, the reasoning was clear
So its God’s fault, not ours, that she isn’t here.

Some of the questions likely to have been asked by Atos:

Do you read the paper?
Do you live alone or with someone?
Do you have children?
Do you watch TV?
How did you get here today?
Do you do your own…

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