The real job,

the well turned phrase

of the unimaginative,

of the angry dull

and the unoriginal irate,

why don’t you get a real job…

instead of…

cause pulling numbers out of thin air,

of chairing a committee looking

into the habits of weasels,

or driving a lorry with firmly entrenched

political views is any more a real job

than performing on stage

with the prospect of thunderous applause…

 

I presume the fuming featureless words

are always said for effect,