Holes In Her Jeans

In these times of plenty I see some dreadful scenes, Yesterday a girl too poor To have holes in her jeans. I felt for that lassie For I know the passion That the young seem to feel About following the fashion. She could’ve cut her own but Imagine the shame, poor thing If her friends had discovered She wasn’t wearing the real thing Just a homemade attempt and Just not in anyway the same As that authentic hole that Carried a Designer’s name. In these days of austerity It’s come sadly to pass They’ve reined in hopes Of the working class. It’s Austerity for the poor, Tax breaks for the rich, And, like it or not, Life’s just a . Just count your blessings For Brexit’s on track And Fat Boris the liar has Given us our country back. Those folk in Europe Are all jealous as hell For they all now know It’s all working so well Ignore the long queues Of lorries waiting at Dover It’s all just Fake News and The Brexit crisis long over. It’s just nostalgia now For times that have been When any ordinary lass could Afford Designer holes in her jeans.