slimsid2000
24-07-2006, 13:07
Here is one bus driver's moving tale of why he is being forced to strike against the wicked capitalistic bus passengers who are oppressing him so much.
"Brothers- there I was driving my bus in the swealtering heat of the hottest summer for 300 years and behind me stood the Strapper, beating me with this rough leather strap in order to make me work harder.
Behind him, seated in their air-conditioned luxuary upon oppulantly upholstered seats sat the bus passengers of Sheffield drining their vintage Champagne and exploiting my labour. Their selfishness of being chaufered around was only possible by the cruel lashes comming from the burley strapper who was hitting me harder and harder. And there was I so poorly paid that me kids have to work down a mine 18 hours a day, with no shoes on their feet and only bread and dripping for sustinance.
Then I spotted at the very back of the bus (on the most plushly upholstered seat of them all) Barroness Thatcher. There she was quaffing vintage Champagne and shoveling silver spoonfulls of Buluga Caviar into her great gaping gob and cackeling like the old witch that she is. Her claw-like fingers were dripping with diamonds, emeralds and rubies. I could not help but notice her hidious hooked nose and her mad staring eyes. And all I could think of was my poor kids working down a coal mine 23 hours a day,l being whipped by a Strapper, no shoes on their feet, with only rancid dripping to eat and perhaps a dry biscuit on Christmas Day if they were lucky.
As Thatcher shoveled whole lobsters and claw fulls of truffles into her mouth she shouted to the Strapper "hit him harder strapper - make him work harder". And as the harsh lashes from the strap fell upon me I saw a vision through my windscreen. It was the noble, chisled face of Comrade Scargill and he was talking to me in his soft Yorkshire brogue - "The drivers united shall never be defeated. The drivers united shall never be defeated"
And it was then Brothers that I decided I must strike against the wicked pus passengers of Sheffield and struggle with my comrades to gain some dignity.
That is why Brothers I ask for your support in our struggle"
http://www.comms.dcu.ie/sheehanh/rf-lyrics.htm
"Brothers- there I was driving my bus in the swealtering heat of the hottest summer for 300 years and behind me stood the Strapper, beating me with this rough leather strap in order to make me work harder.
Behind him, seated in their air-conditioned luxuary upon oppulantly upholstered seats sat the bus passengers of Sheffield drining their vintage Champagne and exploiting my labour. Their selfishness of being chaufered around was only possible by the cruel lashes comming from the burley strapper who was hitting me harder and harder. And there was I so poorly paid that me kids have to work down a mine 18 hours a day, with no shoes on their feet and only bread and dripping for sustinance.
Then I spotted at the very back of the bus (on the most plushly upholstered seat of them all) Barroness Thatcher. There she was quaffing vintage Champagne and shoveling silver spoonfulls of Buluga Caviar into her great gaping gob and cackeling like the old witch that she is. Her claw-like fingers were dripping with diamonds, emeralds and rubies. I could not help but notice her hidious hooked nose and her mad staring eyes. And all I could think of was my poor kids working down a coal mine 23 hours a day,l being whipped by a Strapper, no shoes on their feet, with only rancid dripping to eat and perhaps a dry biscuit on Christmas Day if they were lucky.
As Thatcher shoveled whole lobsters and claw fulls of truffles into her mouth she shouted to the Strapper "hit him harder strapper - make him work harder". And as the harsh lashes from the strap fell upon me I saw a vision through my windscreen. It was the noble, chisled face of Comrade Scargill and he was talking to me in his soft Yorkshire brogue - "The drivers united shall never be defeated. The drivers united shall never be defeated"
And it was then Brothers that I decided I must strike against the wicked pus passengers of Sheffield and struggle with my comrades to gain some dignity.
That is why Brothers I ask for your support in our struggle"
http://www.comms.dcu.ie/sheehanh/rf-lyrics.htm