I’m furloughed. And I don’t want to go back.
I have a job. But really I applied
For it in desperation, cause I lack
The skill to make the government decide
To help people like me. I find it tough
To interact, to concentrate. I find
That even working part time is enough
To cause me some distress. I wouldn’t mind
Staying at home, just working when I can.
And claiming benefits when it’s too much.
It’s not some greedy Machiavellian plan
To treat taxpayers like an easy touch.
But Covid has bestowed something I thought
I had no chance of: government support.
Tom Juniper Poetry 