The Bubble

The bubble
Education in trouble
Since the government decided
That we should be paying double
Or triple and quadruple
What we learn will be useful
When the time comes around
To look for jobs around graduation
But instead the graduate’s been left in the fog
Clogged up by Clegg and Cam
Whose plan was to raise fees
For degrees
Leaving we at an acute angle
Dangling the carrot of academics
Being beaten with the stick of debt
How will they pay it back?
We don’t know yet
Probably by being a slave to the wage
Working 9 to 5 to 9
From the cradle to the graveyard shift
Shovelling the shit
That could fertilise the garden
Of their intellect
But that Spanish language degree
Has got you saying
“Voy a terminar se rompió, que no está jugando”
Never mind
Your mind has got enough on its plate
Like how much my loan payments are
And what is the interest rate
All of this before
You had that dream job, car, and house on the lake
Whilst you were studying hard
In the back room
Flat 13 of the council estate.

©Word of Mouth.

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Fast Food….a 3 course meal…….

Too fast, too quick, blink and you may miss, the inconvenience of convenience, things in a rush, in a blitz, processing food where the process is crude, jigsaw puzzle rubbish reconstructed just for you, cos if you knew what they do to get this horror on a plate, it’ll make you wish they went back to the old days, when food was rationed out, where the rationale was national, people everywhere got their fair share of a healthy balanced diet, nowadays companies are killing the poor on the quiet, politicians get us wondering, ‘why is this country so obese?’,

but they let these companies peddle junk, they’re feeding the beast, and they don’t really care, it’s okay, they pay their taxes, so they can sell what they want anyway, leaving those on the bread line, eating crap from morning to bedtime, turkey twizzlers, spam, and hot dogs canned in brine, as long as they meet minimum standards, the food is all fine,

but low-income would buy fake meat, cos its stomach they need to line, to feed their families in between jobs, because the commodity is time, microwave food so fast, so quick, they blink and so they miss, the words and the numbers on the back of a can, some of the most questionable ingredients known to man, packaged by companies where money-making is the plan, but it seems easy for me to just shift the blame, because the choices that we make, we should hang our heads in shame,

cos we’re too fast, too quick, blink and we might miss, watching iplayer in broadband, whilst our waistlines expand, fast filling a craven need, with snacks that make us greedy, stomach’s continuous groan of ‘FEED ME, FEED ME!’, looking for more fast food, we really need to slow it down, diabetes kicking in and I feel I’m coming down with high blood pressure, step on scales that cannot measure, the volume of my weight, I may be a few meals away from something dark and fatal, junk baby is making me ante natal, could end up in a ward, on a bed, on a drip,

better slow down, life’s going too fast, too quick, blink and you might miss, the plane arriving with fresh produce, to stack supermarket shelves with, put on stickers of fair trade, for farmers fighting for a fair wage, but sometimes it seems like a play with staged performances, supermarket sweeping villain plays to the tune of domestic audiences, giving us what we want, that would be their reason, I never knew pineapples grew in the UK, I thought they were out of season, EU subsidies control production, putting on a CAP, excess food gets wasted, people can get fed off that, distortion and extortion,

streams of waste run out the tap too fast, too quick, blink and you might miss, some food for thought, a meal to leave you with, slow down the process, grow your own, better to eat something that came out your home, prepare meals in advance, take time to have a chance, to spend time with your family, cos life can move to quickly, get them involved in the process so they themselves may know, that chicken is a bird, and that there’s not much meat in Fray Bento’s, that Spam is not real ham, and those hot dogs in a can is a lesson in waste management,

reconstructed meat won’t be eaten by the government, so they pass legislation that allow the sale of junk from corner shops to supermarkets and petrol station, to fuel a generation that happen to be the obese nation, wasting time indoors, too busy playing PlayStation, or watching the television series of a life slowly fading away, the camera panning amongst the heap of empty boxes of fast food treats, too quick, don’t blink you haven’t missed the chance to turn it all round, get out your seat real quick….

©Word Of Mouth
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Pupil

school
Pupil

The teacher created a persona,
From the personality,
That was far from the reality,
That the kid/boy was a genius,
But the teacher had never seen this….
More caught up in the symptoms rather than the remedy,
This was how the kid turned from a degree into a felony,
The teacher was too concerned with ticking boxes,
And hitting Government targets,
And now that kid has turned into the target,
The street’s cold finger on the trigger,
Bullet to the brain,
Intelligence blown away,
Streets will make him insane,
4-corner walls in HMP becomes his asylum,
IC3 male, no fixed abode,
New file opened and closed for police filing.

©Word Of Mouth
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