It's nit me it's you

 Rack another line

We still have time.

As time itself doesn't exist.

It's just made up.

A trap.

Like the paper and coins,

The one way street.

The poor siding with the billionaire,

In hope their lottery ticket that them there.

But it won't.

And Monday will still be the same.

Hating each other,

Cause the rich man says.

But what about the immigrants?

The Indian grooming gangs?

Well what about is it 80%

Of pedos is the white man?

But what about housing for the veterans?

There aren't many veterans left.

But still sure what about our own?

It's funny how our own mean anything,

After all these years.

Cut backs and attack.

Have you watched the news?

Most politicians come from a financially stable background.

Not caring the price of milk.

Whole 80% of homeless are from care homes.

No one to help when it gets too much.

I over spent at Christmas but can get a lend off my mum.

One missed payment,

4 days off, 

statuary sick pay doesn't cover what's owed.

Heat or eat when it's cold?

Counting pennies,

Embarrassed,

But you need to cover what you owe.

Your local pm doesn't speak your language.

Doesn't know how bad the damp is hard to manage.

Doesn't know how you survive by working two jobs,

Doesnt know how

Enough so tired,

You can't sleep.

Your brain wide awake.

And we all wish for a happy ending.

But maybe we need to stop pretending.

We are all one line away from no hope.