21st november

This morning I went shopping
Going to my car
All the doors were frozen
So I didn’t get that far
I am a disabled driver
An icy path and leaves
Beach leaves gold and carpeting
I thought if Chancellor REEVES

Started the car heated the
Windscreen
scraped the ice, away
My finger tips were dropping off
I say that by the way
Already I am getting hardened
In my room without heat
Had to put the heating on
And pray to the elite

The Starmer’s and the Gas board
Those with freebie gifts
Claiming for their second homes
All of that just lifts
And old soul like me actually
Blankets in the car
Great to ride around the block
And defrost myself
They are

The government of the PEOPLE
They call themselves this, they
Are living rent free energy free
And create the carbon we.
Pay through the nose for everything
And now the tax man comes
The BBC and the rest of them
Banging on their drums

I have to move to a smaller place
Very far away
As for the Labour Party haha
That’s what I say
Stamp duty being hiked up
Rates and energy
Take away the cold weather payments
It’s their black hole obviously

Dead eyes rolls out his grumpiness
Jetting every where
Private jets more karmic debts
Breathe in their despair
Dresses special spectacles
Arsenal in red
His BOY doing his studying
And me in my cold bed