Zetta

Zetta the Benefits Fraud Chief,
lives in a bungalow apartment.
Her mouth is always wag a tag
on the woman up the street, next door,
in the house on Common Road.

Turned in
by the Knobs.
"It's taking down the commericial value
of our abode!" They moan.

"If only she learnt that she has to leave
the area," sighed Zetta, "I done told the charity
to post their advert in the window, we've vowed
there's no job for us amongst us - not here
not Drearham. Why hasn't she learnt?"

A peculiar condumdrum for the victim
her nose in the perpectual s... hole.
Too respectable by half, it's claimed,

as they scurry to bury her good name.
and worse she expects to work with children,
whilst knowledge of their secret existance
an actual effrontary; smack bangs on the frontal

lobe
of her brain. Zetta claims, "It's mine, all mine,
or it's my daughter's or the tribes!" Glares!
She declares her age wrongly on the form
she's over 65, and still at work, hasn't learnt

love, only the aspect of it, hasn't learnt
Christianity only the few phrases that sound useful.
She smiles satisfied with the rewards of information
and waits all benefits.