Kevin Mcallion Poet Verse

The Giro's Run Out Again

Sixty measly quid
To last me a whole week
A victim of Broken Britain
My misery’s at its peak 

Stripped of my dignity
Powers on the wane
Surviving on frozen fish fingers
The giro’s run out again

Three quid on that lousy nag
No sweeties for the wean
My 4-1 shot pipped at the post
The giro’s run out again

Resistance is futile
Who listens when we complain?
No manifesto for the masses
The giro’s run out again 

In the bleak midwinter
British Gas pile on the pain
Prices up by 18 per cent
The giro’s run out again

Suicide seems the only way out
As I walk home in the rain
When will this misery ever end?
The giro’s run out again

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Beata Agustin October 1, 2025 at 11:22 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.