Surviving Britain
A Poem About Life in Britain for Many People
Waking up with wide-eyed fear
Brush away your morning tear
Rush around to reach the door
To go to work that keeps you poor.
Mouldy rented house is home
Daily grind to pay that loan
Nostalgic thoughts to days of fun
Before your section 21.
Celebrity life you'll never achieve
Parades in front of you each eve
TV shows for those who have it all
Watch them live and have a ball.
Dreaming of days gone by
Before the big six bleed you dry
And Austerity came to cramp your style
As your hours get longer all the while.
Shall I eat or buy some fuel
Feeding children nutrionless gruel
Sewing holes in all your clothes
While your wage in taxes ebbs not flows
Being driven round the bend from
hours of automated calls you spend.
And wondering how your life will cease
Will there ever be some peace?
Or will you always be in forced recluse
Or in an understaffed Nursing Home, abused?
Surviving Britain is an obstacle course each day
I wish this government would just... go away!
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