Dear Mr Egg Beans And Mushrooms Man,New developments in the utilisation of labour, means a technical revolution has made you redundent.Look to what union,as you remember your rights.The golden day is done as you slog of home at nights.dreams dissolved.You are a poor man with the rising sun.To fucked to stand up.Speak up.You are led lulled with wooden lullabies,shout at your wife any old codswallop,fucking bitch,bloody filthy trollop.Brown Ale,Black eye ,Friday Wallop.Dead word Sundays.No more Mondays.Fruit cakes neighbors and friends,a hundred at the bar b q some with nasty ends.