Standards

Andrew Coorey

You see the unemployment rate
You see it shrink and think it great
But I see all the service jobs
Are left to immigrants and slobs
The former I can easily cop
A drink’s the same from spic and wop
As long as they can understand
My order then I think it’s grand


But local slobs come from the dole
And straight into a service role
Last week they didn’t have the nouse
To leave behind the couch and house
And now they shirk and think it’s fine
To separate me from my wine

“Hey mate I’m waiting over here
How long before I get my beer?
Now please don’t make me go all hoarse
By asking for my second course
Another time, I’ve asked you once
You useless pack of bludging cunts
By God this is a useless session
How long until the next recession?”

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