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POETRY The Best Job in the World by Keith Barrett

All of a sudden
Out of the blue
I’ve got a better job than a few
It’s true

I’ve gone from being a second-rate fucker
To a key worker
A mobile self-isolating trucker

I can travel the motorways at fifty-six miles per hour
I am now a key worker
I am suddenly
A man of power

Travelling the roads
With the pedal to the metal
Watching the world go by unrestricted
That’s now some kinda
special fettle

From second-class citizen
To respected member of society
In the blink of an eye
I wonder why
The general public seem to have changed their perspective
The Government as well
Since they have been recently elected

No longer are us truck drivers treated like fools
We don’t even have to bother at the minute
With all the tachograph rules
As we drive through the darkness to deliver the load
Once again
Like in the olden days
We are knights of the road

Suddenly
Everybody seems to be on our side
I wonder
Is that because the coronavirus has no class divide
I can blow on me air horns until me heart’s content
As long as I self-isolate
In me tin tent

I have the best job ever
As we roll up at the supermarket superstore
‘Good Morning driver’
‘This way driver’
‘Thank you driver’
Respect in da house like never before

I’m now what they call
A key worker
A worker that’s key
An asset to the welfare of the folk
In this country
Was I not that before then?
I ask
A question to myself
Ah well erm well
That was before the virus
Was a threat to everyone's health
Before the stockpiling and the selfish greed
Before we realised
Or rather
Had to admit
Truck drivers are in great need

 

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