My thoughts are turning more and more to Greece
Though as I write this, I'm still here working
This unloved, disrespected tax office
And others like it had a battering
In the media this last month, the fault being
Some people had been paid too much credit
And we asked for it back. I'm not working
In that part of the department; I sit
In the oils excise duty team, that's split
Between here and London. Today I greased
My palm with euros, which I'll be spending
As I travel by train and bus, and eat
Thriftily, I hope. I mustn't get fleeced
My growing debt will soon need repaying
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