Cutting It

 

(Based  on Adrian Mitchell’s ‘To Whom it May Concern’)

 

I woke up in my head today

It wasn’t the nicest place to play

So fill my mouth with lager

Tell me lies about the Cuts.

 

 

They’re cutting this and cutting that

Swimming pools and council flats

So fill my mouth with lager

Fill my ears with nonsense

Tell me lies about the Cuts.

 

They’re doing away with cemeteries

With old folks’ homes and libraries

So fill my mouth with lager

Fill my ears with nonsense

Dip my hands in acid

Tell me lies about the Cuts.

 

The Climate’s geared to uncertainty

Nobody is immune , they say

So fill my mouth with lager

Fill my ears with nonsense

Dip my hands in acid

Kick my legs and bruise me

Tell me lies about the Cuts.

 

I’m stressing at my work each day

All wound up ‘bout cuts in pay

So fill my mouth with lager

Fill my ears with nonsense

Dip my hands in acid

Kick my legs and bruise me

Tell me that I’m foolish

Tell me lies about the Cuts.

 

 

With pilot schemes and half baked laws

Their mad pipedreams gain no applause

So fill my mouth with lager

Fill my ears with nonsense

Dip my hands in acid

Kick my legs and bruise me

Tell me that I’m foolish

Stamp upon my glasses

Tell me lies about the Cuts.

 

 

 

( Written back in the days of David Cameron's tenure as PM, I read this at a Union Rally in Aberdeen's Castlegate, and included it in my chapbook 'Back Wynd of the Mind, back in 2011. I really must get round to writing another one!)