I trudge up apartment stairs and my knees ache. The world doesn’t need ACC refusing to treat me, forcing me to work in agony.

The scared Ethiopian family with the burst boiler have Jesus tacked across all their windows. The world doesn’t need Jesus getting mouldy.

My rate is $95p/h. No one needs that.

Their hot water cupboard’s crammed with boxes of Weet-Bix. Can’t get them wet. Musta been on special, that’s what they’re living on. The world doesn’t need refugees eating prison food.

The world needs a plumber, who’ll do the job for free. Maybe score some complimentary Weet-Bix.