Dear Jeremy Clarkson

Dear Jeremy Clarkson

This is my letter for showing myself to be thankful for being on benefits 

First of all I’d like to thank the DWP 

for making it so easy to claim 

It really really isn’t degrading or a pain 

supplying copious amounts of evidence 

Or getting my friends to help fill out forms every few years for health conditions that don’t go away or can’t be cured. 

Society its self doesn’t add stigma or prejudice or pressure or any way to claim these monetary benefits.

I love being supported and in no way does it induce any fearful reaction or discomfort or distraction to see articles such as yours Jeremy. It feels great to be treated like a scrounger who is undeserving of a life of disability.

Yes I do have abilities that are prized by society. And have protested against cuts to Pip and other benefits. Which the people of this land of course understand how hard they are to claim. Sometimes PIP is the only thing that allows people who are disabled the adaptions and ability to work.

On a personal note I hear voices and have to mask my autism on a daily basis. I feel my life isn’t worth it sometimes. But I do like to grovel to people like you. Who did it your way and didn’t have to deal with the same situation as mine. 

I know you shine like a beacon to all of those who are not as deserving as yourself.

Yes I have fallen on hard times since 16 and have tried to work part time.

I know society doesn’t make it feel like a crime to live with my struggles. I know in this life so many care about my plight. And know the reality of my fight and struggle.

But when we the disabled people have been forced to live on the streets or are put into institutions and workhouses because of the grace of people like you. And you become disabled yourself and need help which is unlikely I do agree. Maybe you will see life isn’t as easy as you make out.

So thank you to the unpaid carers who support people in my situation. 

Thank you to the NHS staff who or anyone who is kind and willing to help.

Thank you to all the people who improve my quality of life by reading my poetry and writing which is an out let for my dark feelings and thoughts when I am caught feeling melancholic and suicidal. You are all stars shining your bright light on my life.

Friends with menefits

Sometimes having a man in your life brings menefits 

sometimes it’s no good at all

It all depends on the man

can you find a men that fits

or does he have to be over 6 foot tall?

Does he have a huge credit card allowance 

or a great credit score?

does he have to be athletic have geek chic or have to have it all?

When is a man good enough?

does he have to be strong and tough?

does he have to have wisdom?

or his own kingdom?

what does it take to be a man at all?

does he have to be part beast

that you can tame?

have a great reputation and great name 

a exciting persona?

or degree or diploma?

or a nice aroma?

A sense of humour?

or be a grade A gardener who is bloomer

Of plants and flowers?

or a sporty athlete? 

or muscle man?

my nickname is stan 

I don’t understand 

What makes a good man I think is how you treat other people but maybe that just a good human being 

There are many archetypes of being a man 

I just am.

but I don’t fit the archetypal men who fits.