The Rhyme of the Ancient Scab

Posted in Tubeworker's blog on Mon, 15/06/2009 - 08:33,

Author: Sapdog

As I stood on the picket line
A woman spoke to me
Saying 'I was not always the woman
The woman you now see'
Yes once I had a happy life
Yes once my life was fine
Until I made that fateful choice
And crossed the picket line

Six pickets standing in a row
They really made me cross
But those pickets soon became
My private albatross
My former comrades ignore me now
It is an awful fate
And every place that I do walk
Their eyes are full of hate
Their eyes are full of hate you see
This is my private hell
And everybody that I meet
My tale I have to tell
And I would do it differently
If I could relive my time
So one thing I would really advise
Don’t cross the picket line

Sapdog

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