Repeat

Wet spoon left in the sugar
Plastic put into the wrong bin
How many things don’t seem right?
Where do I begin?

Paypal keep my money
British Gas want mine straight away
Everyone wants to speak
No one hears what I say

Bailiffs at my door
Because one payment was missed
No room for manoeuvre
Everyone else seems to twist

No refund on tickets
Just sent them a little late
Good citizen feeling like the criminal
Enemy of the state

Seeing pickpockets go free
Their benefits not renounced
Ebay keep 10 percent
And my cheque has bounced

£400 fine for speeding
Always the one at fault
Attending the school of life
Not sure what I’m being taught

We all get the texts
Compensation for PPI
Unfortunately I don’t qualify
It’s all a bit of a lie

There are nice people in the world
Seems few and far in between
Why can’t we all be generous?
Why do we have to be so mean?

Mark Scotchford © 25/06/2013

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About markious72

Here I wish to let my strange and vivid imagination and opinions run wild. I do hope you like what you read. I would love to be a writer, I won't pretend otherwise. Although it is only in the last couple of years that I have realised it. I guess if it meant to happen it will. Happy reading, happier writing. :-)
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