We’ll send you a form they drawl
Ten pages be sure you fill in all
It asks how far you can walk
If your sensible when you talk
each page is like the one before
And the next how many more
The questions thrice repeated
It makes one feel so defeated
But we sit there pens in hand
Trying to make a formal stand
All of this is done in vain
They don’t care about the pain
Each clerk has a pile to get through
So much to read so much to do
For them it’s just a daily grind
Done with knock off time in mind
A refusal here and a refusal there
Is that my pen under your chair
Did you meet him at lunch today
Tell us the gossip what did he say
Look at the clock its ten to five
The postal bags due to arrive
Mark one and all as refused
Tell them all the money’s used
Treat each fibro case as fraud
we know Its as long as it is broad
Don’t give a thought to the one
whose life has changed mobility gone
we sit here stressed and in pain
never to really live or work again
exhausted aching and very sore
Funding it hard to take much more
We hope one day when you are ill
and your DLA forms you must fill
you find karma is alive and well
As you too are told to go to hell.
The world is round so they say
It will turn on you one day
There will be smiles on every face
When your form ends in disgrace