Off Stratford Broadway

What’s the betting
that we’ll be getting
the runaround.

we’re bound to be.

the universal credit rap
aren’t you sick to death of all that crap?
we may as well turn up our toes,
god knows who’ll pay for the funerals
(maybe the Co-op).

Short of winning the lottery,
I will always be poor, but
I’m as rich as can be.
that’s what I tell myself
while I’m looking on the
bargain shelf
at Lidl.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.