Welcome to another Crap Poem post.
I’m still on a mission to keep things as light-hearted as possible, but in a break from the norm I’ve been finding myself drawn to writing a poem about the problem every household in the UK is talking about…
Bills.
It’s a nightmare of epic proportions and I know many of us fear a cold winter with less pennies to rub together than we have now. It’s a scary prospect.
In the background we have a governement who are actively hiding and offering their citizens no advice, help or support whatsoever.
For us personally, we already know this is going to be a strained winter. I’m sure many of you are having the same conversations. I worry about the effect on our daughter and dog, the stress of ‘heating or eating’ and the impact all this will have on our collective mental health. I struggle to get guidance now, with additional patients appearing because of this horrible financial situation, there aren’t going to be enough NHS workers to go around.
I am actively avoiding thinking about it – just like the government.
So here is my poem on the subject. It’s not supposed to be funny, serious, idealistic, political, clever or anything. It’s just a brain dump of the stress it’s already causing.
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Bills, Bills, Bills
Plunged into a life
where everyone is broke,
utilities too expensive,
for everyday folk.
Four thousand pounds
will keep you warm this year.
But how do I buy groceries?
Buy our daughter her school gear?
Our pockets are now shallow,
our piggy banks are hollow,
our purses let out moth balls,
all we can do is borrow.
But wait, theres an option
that they haven’t mentioned yet.
An idea where we all eat
including the household pet.
What about your mortgage?
Your rent or holiday or car?
Chop them in for something smaller,
so your money will far.
Depleat all of your savings
in favour of electric.
Ignore the bank manager,
let your finances get hectic.
It sounds like I’m just laughing
at a problem that is huge.
The truth is we’re being ruled upon
by bosses cloned from Scrooge
We can’t just give up everything
we’ve spent years working for.
To take away our cold hard cash,
leaves us all mentally poor
There’s no secret solution
to what is most important
when choosing who to pay this month.
I’m no oracle informant
My only wish as we go through
a winter so depressing,
is to make sure you make time each day
to see remaining blessings
It will feel gloomy, dark and grey
to see each other struggle.
But remember some great things are free
Love, kisses, care and cuddles.
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Take care of each other as we navigate the gloom ahead. If you need mental health support through this period there are some useful links and information on my Get Support page.
Thanks for reading 💜
Creative Steph 