EON has sent me the wrong bill again,
thus, it becomes the source of strain,
wanting to burn their office block down,
to take away the need to wear a frown,
then the rain adds to the “complaint”,
but then I see that dome of restraint,
my nightmare ceases, replaced by glorious truth,
via the pitter-patter on the conservatory roof.
I check my email, but nothing’s there,
no reward for my interest, it isn’t fair,
so, I think of massacre; to those employers,
who choose to ignore, they desist like lawyers,
as my fire rises, clouds cascade once more,
to remind me, of a soon to be open door,
thus, I try to be level-headed, and use it as proof,
via the pitter-patter on the conservatory roof.
The radio and the box, blare out more dirt,
either it be Covid/Brexit, all things that hurt,
where is that hammer? So, I can vent, by smashing,
at a world that has me; and my teeth gnashing,
but again, the weather modifies, to make me calm,
instead of a clenched fist, I open to a peaceful palm,
though a change is still needed, I will retire to that booth,
to enjoy the relaxing pitter-patter; on the conservatory roof!