Dear mister prime
minister
I am not very old
But I’m writing you
this letter
Cos it’s time that
you were told
My daddy doesn’t like
you
And mummy doesn’t too
Cos daddy lost his
job last month
And he says it’s cos
of you
Now mummy’s got to
find a job
So she can buy us
shoes
And daddy now plays
cards all night
But all he does is
lose
My mummy isn’t happy
Cos my daddy couldn’t
stay
He borrowed
some-one’s money
And the police took
him away
And now we haven’t
got a house
Cos the bank man took
the key
So now we all live in
one room
In a smelly B&B
Now I know why daddy
hates you
And I hate you just
the same
You didn’t do your
job right
Thats why you’re the
one I blame
