Bryter Layter

It will be

Bryter layter

He said 

The pub teletext read

The brass they pay

For muck shifting

Antipodean

Hangs

Like a horse's head

Above the outdoor

To The Jacket Inn

Where

A month's paypacket 

Is a week

For JCB shitshovelling

Downunder

Downunder

I'm fuckingupforfuckingoff

Just youfuckingwatch

Whatsayyoulad

Eh? 

Factor this f'thee

No more factory 

No more

Nutsn'bolts

On buttered toast

No more scores daubed

On boilersuit backs

No stench

Where waste n' slack

Bubbles river n'

Deceases flowers as

The site collie barks the 

Effluents

No more

Strikesout

Of brittania matches

For seniorservice

Influence

No more

Welded dartsmatches

Or papered

Wanderers weekendwins

Or shiny shitroll

A thou' of an inch

Thin

No more

Rivetingrounds after

That 'r

Tapered t' ward

The dirt of what

Mightr'mightnot

Someone's missus

Mightr'mightnot

Get up to at

Peacetime piecerate

No more

Boyracing fitter's mates

Or the last surviving

Warehouse Elvis

Talking

Sugar soap sagas 

That just don't wash

And footbollocks wi'

Golfbores

Workbores n'

Pooling

Boringdraws

By the score

No more

Labour of swarfcuts n' 

Jobcuts n'

Crossedthreads that

Steely tread

Where

Gastaped

Armbanded colonels

Toast vents that

Clatter bare

Where

The trophy's took

To the strapping Jock

To polish it

Eatyafuckingdinneroffthatlad

Shiny square

Where

Sirens match

The hooter matches

Where back rows n' rows of

Overalls by ankles

Grunt f't Sun

With a tab on

After

The crack

Violence of eggyolk 

Across precarious

Outdated Industrialware

Reading pages

Back to 3

In perperfuckingtuity

No more

Wooden prospects

As halfsnapped yardbrooms

Asbestosly managed

Headtobastardtoe

In glazedraised

Portacabin shopfloorchic

With a report sneak

Of corrosiveliquid leak

Where

Corrosive tipoffs and

Calibrated ballots 'r

Forklifted by 

Dynasties of masculinity

On to millbranded

Pallets

Heaped

With standup teas of

Five sugars

Pleading lottery

And bonusbollocks at 

Ends of tabs n'

Ends of lines n'

Fish that big n'

Iron work thick in

Colours of ghosts that loom in

Boilerrooms

With the bang n' tick of

Barpressured

Overtime reliefshift

Schtick

Where

The polishedbrassmuck

Wi' governors 

Steaming pigs

About

Generalstrikes

That run out

Where

Corporalpunishments'

Major

For weepingscabs

For what

Nursesmaid of

Sucklinggrade

Plaster

All their ways

All the way

From the lathe

To the grave

And plenty

Of filterless

Eh? 

And plenty that 'r

Craven

Eh? 

And plenty of

Rightbastards

Rightbastards

Every bastard day

Eh?

It will be

Bryter layter

He says

On the way to fit

A nonreturn valve

Leaves 

Bosswhitefinger

Marks on

Blueleft shoulders

Canteenwise

In silent sympathy

Two filamenteyes

Describe goodbyes 

With no suprise

Aye

Reckon it will be

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