'... the shiftless / orders of fools ...'

In loafing queues the jobless take
money off ambition, whose Insane Hours
humiliate inadequates and make
this spectacle of lessers milking us

(bossily by way of HM state)
a standing affront: cut loose as unfit
the shiftless if the ripstop won't inflate –
all toiling suits of Etonian grit,

bright-buttoned chaps of civilising days:
the perfect bounders who were Britain's grace!