The Paper Sea - Leslie Fish - Firestorm

[@MrJustonemorevoice]

I've worked for three separate government offices. This is painfully accurate.

[@AbsolXGuardian]

I like to think the narrator from this song and the narrator from The Day it Fell Apart met eachother after their respective songs and together they worked outside the system to help people.

[@ADerpyReality]

Leslie fish is amazing

[@LiteralCrimeRave]

@@ADerpyReality She is a trump supporter, check out her Quora.

[@joelseeliger1580]

@@LiteralCrimeRave Gosh that left a bitter taste; I never would have thought that after hearing these songs :(

[@snelson134]

@@LiteralCrimeRave Yeah, it's amazing how an actual Wobbly member isn't Left enough for you.

[@snelson134]

@@joelseeliger1580 @Life's comment is a perfect example of how you'll never be woke enough. "Liberals get the b*llet too" is exactly how they feel.

[@ChrisCiber]

I like this. A real song about real problem

[@AndreiZhuravlev]

I went to work for welfare in hopes to help the poor The staff showed me a desk and introduced me to the war They warned me that the battle started right outside the door And they fought it on the paper sea They were thirty social workers, forty-seven clerks Twenty-seven managers all gumming up the works Three inspectors from the legislature excersizing perks Barracudas in the paper sea There were countless regulations, rulebooks by the score Explaining every policy and system tried before The money spent on paperwork left nothing for the poor Abandoned on the paper sea There were seven hundred forms could be applied to every case To account for every penny, number, name or date or place The clerks were working overtime but never keeping pace With the waves upon the paper sea Why these endless papers, administers, and more? All to guarantee there was no cheating by the poor While for every dollar saved we spent a hundred on the chore Of adding to the paper sea Outside in the hallway, the poor folk had to wait The line stretched down the block, coming early, leaving late Maybe one poor soul per hour ever made it through the gate Past the boundaries of the paper sea First came in a man who didn't have a cent I filled out twenty forms to guarantee his check was sent By the time it reached his address he was gone for lack of rent Well serviced by the paper sea Next came in a mother, abandoned by her man She said, "Get me some daycare, and I'll find what work I can." But daycare was too controversial for our family plan We marooned her in the paper sea As I walked in one morning, I stumbled on an arm Attached to some poor body who had clearly come to harm While waiting for his Medicare, his heart had bought the farm We had drowned him in the paper sea I told my supervisor. He said, "Let's be discreet Just stick the body out the door and leave it on the street And then it's not our problem, but the cop's out on the beat Let's dump him in their paper sea." I tried to make the system work, I tried to help the poor I struggled through the paperwork and might have taken more But that's the final straw that sent me screaming out the door Sent me running from the paper sea I'd had it with the paper sea!