BILLS

There you are

Just as I thought that I was in the black

A letter falls upon my mat

Like a knife stabbing me right in the back

Its like a never ending run of doom

whilst I glance around and about the room

Looking for something to flog

Wondering how much I would get for the dog!

So please excuse me if I dont get overjoyed

from watching fat cats grinning

whilst theres so many unemployed

And when reports on the telly say of economic turn

When scrimping and saving everything I earn

Just to pay for this letter I hold in my hands

Congratulations, you are breaking this man!