We can fairly aver that a reduction of wages in the woollen manufacture would be a national blessing and advantage, and no real injury to the poor.
By this means we might keep our trade, uphold our rents,
and reform the people into the bargain.
J.Smith: Memoirs of Wool. 1747 II
“We will do everything, work with anyone, overcome every obstacle in our path to jobs and prosperity.”
I Have Always Worked Hard.
doglegged and handed an (e.g. human) warmth
eat them on form-filling on
drill bits have you tried
streamlining
ten practical measures all to be taken
swiftly
O workplace
O my private light? not applicable
I seek death or reasonable
(e.g. human) warmth
problem. clanks. in I am red in the face and its
sold at augury for chase,
while the destiny of you
goes regrettably faint,
was that Sit-down Peter yes
sit down (e.g. human) warmth
in 2008
I was 12 years old
inside a bin outside Lloyd’s bank
a disbursement of omens– who broke stratagem –
who broke in 2008
(a) strategy dead
(a.ii) disarmament of ombudsman's
across the land
the plight of the unemployed,
who desperately want a foot
on neck firm makes sense,
observe the rules
canard into stockbroker drowned
beneath me an invisible toll,
a great foil for pseudo-ironic wharfs
pointed in Canary pleading
with repository
with a briquette
of debating champagne
a disappearance of oligarchy.
The houseboy theme philistine competition;
a billion at Lloyd’s.
sticked in bits fell off or down or since
and the hankering stops
I can think of worse ohms
to beautify under moonlight
Put another way,
abolished absolved
to me belayed this ladder inside
securely chain mailed
honeycombed clap the rent sector will no one rid me?
for vespers
bitten in tough torment
bread-binned doglegged and handed
(e.g. human) warmth again
scandalmonger of
knees and elbows.
The Chartered Institute for Personnel & Development believes in nothing and hates everything
on a wrecked request
officer knows no bounds, you know me
I ought to know or have known but as my last
sick balance emits
O i’ve tried drill bits
that wrecked inside close to skin
I asked for forgiveness but
will it be given?
ban thyself in
fuck myself in this weir.
Venice of drains
not a single grain
of rice left over anti-jobs
indices spring out under the whole
data, personal, emotional
irrational pellet
MD MSc MRCS MFOM
There Is No Alternative
as waste bins are caged and padlocked
food dies away from seeing
O, bloodworm. Surround. people
hope is better [*See also: aspiration]
SICKLED proboscis itch
light scraped falls down in abysmal score-print
Gives The Green LIGHT.
contained within yr contract, is section 13.5.
reduce the burden
going forward I dictate the bean counter the most vulnerable s(e)c(t)ion
my existing pegged
clanks.
angled inside or tacked on
to interfere with private light?
I seek death & reasonable adjustments to my workplace
immediately
on farce o god
o go o do o god o o o god o in
my competences are billfold.
fuck
paranoid after it was revealed
I am red
in the face and its
“understandably puffed anger”
of (e.g. human) warmth
headlights in a ditch body clamps tight
-ENDS-
chamfered at the bit
exploiter scarf,
my sick balance too sweet for charter
of (e.g. human) warmth
you should be treated like a metastasising tumult
and excised from the UK body politic.
Clamps
The burden of employment regulation in the UK has swollen six times over the last 30 years.
hangs onto
numbers my clanks.
fuck off
duffer. I am red in the face and its
a known 2008 carnation.
spit in gale of what might have been
and what has been
Abolish the Agency Workers Regulations 2010.
Abolish the Working Time Regulations 1998.
or to be cruel, I. I Have Always Worked Hard
rose-leaves don't want to speak to me
it is their right clearing every obstacle to growth
my tongue on ballcock itch prosperity
teeth sworn in brokers of dominium
I am there holed in solarium
you should be treated like
clamps in factotum mock the augur
how cloudbursts have been
and what has been new
an invisible toll,
guillotines for gala segments
I do not know.
Other echoes
murderess, v-necklace in wraith speculation
anti-fends and nattering hole stricken
Margaret Thatcher’s graft. No.
Margaret Thatcher’s gramophone . No.
Margaret Thatcher’s grace. No.
three yobs in Margaret Thatcher’s grain. sunk
a knuckle in 2008 undated
for 36 yobbos of (e.g. human) warmth burnt
for the most dedicated fathom, imagine
– who broke the stratagem – disclosed the most ridiculous rungs that enabled em’
here was marked with gold
of what many might consider
actual blood observe the rules.
the chieftain callus
in 2008
I was 12 years old
Dead.
