An oldie but a goodie

Wrote this poem at least 20 years ago. Even more true today than it was back then!

Ride, Ride Ride
They never hide
Chins in the air
Tight underwear
To jobs, to work they run
Its lots of fun
But don't tell anyone
The welfare bums are on the run
They plan, devise and seek
The destruction of all our keep
Tear up the planet
Rip out the trees
So more can work
If you please
More cars, more grime
More pollution, more crime
Working but getting nothing done
Destruction, production of the gun
Run, Run, Run
Must get work done
Spend, Spend, Spend
Lend, Lend, Lend
The credos of our time