The frail old man, he staggers along, he hasn't got long to go.
He's rotting inside, he's just flesh and bones, he hasn't got much to show.
He fought in the war, for our country, so brave.
But where is his reward?
He's just left to rot in some cold dark corner,
Who cares about the shriveling man?
who cares if he should die?
We have no further use for him now,
he can't help himself, so he can't help us.
If he dies soon it will be one less pension to pay,
They cost us too much and for what?
Why should we help them?
They do nothing for us!
Their job was done so many years ago,
They should all be shot they make the world look ugly,
Have beautiful and youthful, hard working people,
And when they grow old and ugly and creased,
We'll shot them too.
I'll never get old, I'll just age a bit.
But I'll always remain youthful, straight, beautiful.
I'm too important to lose,
But you,you shriveled up smelly man!
What use are you?
Can you think of any reason why I should keep you alive?
You are so pathetic
You can't even go to the toilet for yourself!
Or even keep it in until it's convenient!
You just piss in your pants!
What kind of person are you?
I hate slime, you are scum man,
Yes it's true you
were of use to us once,
But you're not now, we don't need you,
The frail old man, he staggers along, he hasn't got long to go,
He's rotting inside, he's just flesh and bones, He hasn't got much to show.
We might as well kill him off now!
JUEFIN 3rd December 1984,
Reproduced with kind permission, of JUEFIN, as it is so poignant to the crisis in care 2007