I wish that life were free from trouble
Instead, my mind’s in quite a muddle
With budgets running through my head
It’s often when it’s time for bed
I bought these coats they should go back
Why did I hang them on the rack?
With prices running through the roof
If only someone had the proof
Of where my taxes go each day
I’m asking you Theresa May!
These potholes are a daily grind
"kinda tricky driving when you’re blind”
Is what I say when I commute
And 30 miles is quite a hoot
To take a patient to be seen
We won’t complain it’s in the gene!
You Build, they come, we’re out of space
We haven’t got the school to face
They do have kids, they need a place
To Learn to read & run and chase!
The roads are busy n schools are full
You’re feeding us a pile of bull!
And tricking us to vote for Brexit
My Mother-in-law did vote for Grexit
and all because she was born and bred
In Greece n forgot she’s mostly fed
In Cornwall where her aunt did settle
I’m telling you she does love Dettol!
At 78 and lives alone
She watches soaps and likes a moan
But also likes to watch the news
And one of those who pays her dues
Enough of her and all the holes
How about the working poles?
I have a few deserving friends
Who set up shop and make amends
What will happen when you say:
“Earn 30k or move away”?
I wish you knew our daily life
That’s full of pain and hurt and strife
You’re threatening me not to bite
And yet I’m here and see the light
But sending kids to school at 4
With working mummies out the door
At 6 to chase their daily bread
Because their babies must be fed?
And dressed and clothed to just be puppets
When all they want to do is shove it
They work away and miss them growing
Their loved ones change and they not knowing
Is surely rather quite a crime?
Because they ought to make a dime
And then we have the kids from Yemen
And Saudi’s sending them to heaven
My life is easy in circumspect
If only I could disconnect.
I often express myself by writing. It is amazing to see the transformation, once we get those thoughts written down in one place and the effect of that is my mind feels less of a mangled mess. This poem was written after a long drive coming back from taking my mum to have an appointment with the consultant. I sent this to my MP and this is what he had to say.
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