Anti Social By Order
At last a law that keeps us free
From thieving kids and social disease
To stamp the yobs beyond control
Who will not do as they are told.
What justice is there in a glass
Reflecting street cred and social caste.
Their sticky fingers, inverted morals
And foul abuse are worn as laurels.
These boys are just not like the lads
Who’s lives are gilt with loving dads
Mum’s new boyfriends: hit and miss
And every night they’re on the piss
We weren’t like that, you must be mad.
We scrumped apples but that’s not bad.
We maybe dipped in mother’s purse
But these days they do things much worse.
They steal your money and rob the lot
Not lift a Snickers from Hawkins’ shop.
When we got home we watched TV
And then go sit and eat our tea.
We went to school; forgot homework
Not like these anti social shirks.
These boys are in and out of court;
Revolving doors of deaf, blind hurt.
The jackboot of the ASBO court
Will teach them when and how and ought:
Instruct them not to be that way.
The order says so anyway.
They should not steal so they can eat,
They should go hungry and be sweet.
So when their need’s a weight on me
The ASBO lifts it: brutally.
We can’t have kids behave like that
(If I just don my other hat)
At heart I am a charitable man
I just sent five quid to Oxfam.
The ASBO is the answer then
For NIMBYS and the likes of them.
But would they steal if people shared
Or gave a damn and really cared.
So when I look at stone hard eyes,
Of hardened crooks still in size five,
Do I see a heart of stone?
Or a frightened child; unloved, alone?