End of the financial year
The policies are out..
Helping the battler?
I have my doubts.
A 4% pay rise has been approved
But cost haven't stopped rising
We all still lose.
A $300 rebate on our electricity bill
I got the latest pricing schedule
It's all uphill
Any rebate is frittered away
So nothing has changed
It's all just a game
Smoke and mirrors
Everyone's broke
Costing more for booze and smokes
Complaining don't bring the prices down
The policies aren't helping
They treat the people like clowns.
Across the pacific I heard blue boy say-
We gave them$10 000.00 to help them on their way!
Ten thousand dollars won't help buy a den
It probably wouldn't pay for the ink in the pen.
Inflation seem out of control
What will they do?
Crash it and burn it.
The economy seems screwed.
On the other side of the globe
They are secretly stacking
Silver and gold
Is that the solution?
I can't tell
The future appears
To have an ominous smell.
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In the week of the UK election I can relate to so much here. A fine write.
It seems endemic across the west.
I doubt any of our distinguished leaders have any solutions.
Thanks again.
Got that right. The future has an ominous smell? The present has it already.
The blind leading the blind.
Pathetically hopeless, the whole damn thing.
It's all a hustle and always has been. The winner is the one that dies with the most toys. I don't play monopoly any more. Good write.
No different in the U.K. We are doomed. Whichever party wins the election, it is just the choice of crap or more crap. Relatable words, penned well.
Such true words 2781.
Andy
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