Mortgage My Arse
I had a friend who’s grandfather died someway
The government stole his home away
For his grandmother had Alzheimer’s disease
Think not for herself anymore if you please
So they stole her home to pay for her care
Don’t you think that is so unfair
Grandfather worked hard all his life
To buy a nest for grandmother, his wife
Three boys and a lass too, I am told
So he toiled all his life to buy their abode
Then the government stole it to pay all the fee’s
Because grandmother had Alzheimer’s disease
The government changed all the rules
They treat the hoi polloi like fools
We payed for our care once in the taxes of life
Then they pulled the rug from grandmother his wife
Who had Alzheimer’s disease, to pay all the fee’s
They stole her abode and they put on the squeeze
Grandfather did toil all his life
He toiled for his children and wife
All he did invest, to secure them a nest
Then the government stole it away
There’s a lesson in life to be learned
Be careful with what you have earned
If you have any worth at the end of the day
Then the government will steal it away
Copyright © John Scott | Year Posted 2017
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