Monday

 Broke boys club,

We all got the

Job centre sadness.

We all witnessed

Them move the goal post,

And never tell us the rules.

So welcome to, 

Job centre sadness, 

Forget dreams, 

They don't pay the rent. 

Just got to make it to payday, 

Just got to streach out

What we got. 

Make it do, 

Another appointment 

At the job centre, 

Feels like it could destroy you.