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.

We need to end the war

The war on the poor and disabled continues

what is the truth if we can’t see through our black windows

our phones the black mirrors of fortune

as we dance to the corporations tune

like rats to the pied piper

or fight in wars and get hit by snipers

we are lining the pockets of shareholders

getting fleeced as we get older

we the poor and obsolete

can’t fall in line or retreat

we don’t fit in their plan

A.I another scam

computers too cool for school

and the corporations rule

the ones who can’t ascend the corporate ladder

will be forced into suicide

I can’t let this slide

as the planet dies

we have to work together or perish

love can it win? we need a child’s courage…

The road

The road we are heading down
is a totalitarian nightmare
homeless being less well treated than a stray dog
polluted rivers and dreams smog covers the sky
as we are born into slavery and die
no accountability from our governments
the poor and disabled laments
as we fall into the garbage of the present tense
we are human don’t you know we were all born this way
the love in hearts falling through the hour glass
cast in the depths of hell
the rich get richer we are no deeper than the graves
we fall into
the sins of our generations will be remembered
as our bodies our broken and dismembered
for capital gain
trespassing on the lands of shame
we are guilt ridden if we don’t fight back
we might as well draw back
the smoke from a crack pipe
and die masking our pain
we are human we are all born with a brain
and a soul
but money has us under the Kosh
and we are squashed.