Zuma is my shepherd
I shall not work
He maketh me to lie down on the park benches
He leadeth me beside the still factories
He restoreth my faith in the conservative party
He guideth me in the path of unemployment
Yay though I walk through the valley of the soup kitchen
I shall be hungry
For I fear they are evil against me
They have anointed my income with tax
My expenses runneth over my salary
Surely poverty and hard living shall follow me
all the days of the labour administration
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