"Yeah but you can still work.
I don't wanna hear it hurts.
Get out there and exert
yourself for me, you twerp.
Don't give me that dead-eye stare.
To fix this, I'll have to care!
DWP: Laissez-faire.
MR, Appeal, if you dare
risk mental health care.
Human rights -- Au contraire.
Have you died yet? Get a job.
Meet the quota, can't log off.
Use elbow grease, you slob.
Breathe your betters' cough.
Can't sleep? Not my problem.
Waste of space; speck of crumb.
But don't be late, you damn bum.
With your shit we are done.
Yeah but you can still work.
Your forms give us no concern.
Body can move or jerk,
brain's stuck in a lurch...
Yeah but you can still work."