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
Copyright © Kevin Mcallion | Year Posted 2011
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