Wednesday, 12 November 2014

The Water Meter

I turned on the tap the water ran dry
Not even a drop to wash my left eye
The meters been fitted, I haven't paid my bill, now it's been cut off in this  bill overkill

My electrics gone up, so has the gas
The car needs repair, I can't afford the tax
If this carries on the house will be reprocessed, it's so easy to get in such a bloody mess.

I've worked hard all my life and never been a ponce, my credit status needs sorting and also my bonce 
Fifty years of struggling, everything goes up, even the Nescafé in my grandad cup.

I cannot see the doctor or he won't see me, who ever said that the NHS is free. 
I hope my children have saved for there rainy days and also lots of money to maybe bury me.


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