I left the bairn at the door
The security guard says
He’ll mind her
Yes sir I’ve got a dog sir
So’s everyone in our block sir
Helps keep the bailiffs at bay
Yes I’ve got a flat-screen telly Sir
Getting it bit by bit
From Brighthouse where
Woolworths used to be
I only put it on for my Chloe
So she can watch the CBeebies
When I’m stuck online
Trying to get a signal
Trying to get through to
The housing, or the social
And I’m thirteenth in the queue
And they’re playing that Vivaldi
I’ve got a smart-phone Sir, yes I have
These days it’s the only ones you get
It’s got all me photos of her
And him
I’ll delete them soon
Just when I get sorted
And with your Grace’s willing
Have a little place of me own
Sir, my mother cannot keep me
She has troubles of her own
Last night I ran and
Left the dog for him
If he does not feed it
It will bite
No sir, I’m not vengeful
I know austerity works
You told me it does Sir
And you know best
I am not one
Of those Votadini
No Sir I am not one of those
‘Furious bastards’
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