GRATITUDE

 

I suppose I should be grateful,

Be happy and be bright,

Think best of my surroundings,

Rejoicing in the light.

 

But as I look around me,

I find no cause for glee,

It seems the whole damned universe,

Is bearing down on me.

 

I can’t avoid the taxman,

My Council is a pain,

And now our whole society,

Is singing that refrain.

 

I park my car in terror,

With the warden walking by,

I can’t afford the parking fine,

‘Well maybe that’s a lie’.

 

The Tour-De-France is coming through,

Some politic delight,

No access to my own home town?

I hardly think that’s right.

 

Of course from down in London,

This parliamentary way,

Has led me up the garden path,

Is leading me astray.

 

I voted for these ‘honourables’,

My civic duty called,

That’s why I’m now so angered,

And why now so appalled.

 

The Bishops in their palaces,

The Baron in his Hall,

Do they feel my disgruntlement,

And do they care at all.

 

Of course not and why should they,

These privileged don’t care,

Rise up the middle classes,

That’s if we really dare.

 

First barricade each chamber,

Lock out the mighty few,

Like Churchill smoking Woodbines,

We’ll show them what to do.  

 

But then I’m just a dreamer,

Hyperbole my trade,

This nation I complain about,

Exactly what I’ve made.