Do I consider myself a leader? Most of the time I can’t even lead myself!

OAP Blues.

Gerald’s at pharmacy 

Waiting for his medicine,

I’m on to the gas company,

Trying to use diplomacy.

Can’t afford the heating,

The government say I’m bleating,

The rise in my pension,

Far too low to mention.

Look out OAP,

You just don’t see,

All the rogues are queueing,

For the money, you are owing.

Get away from the rat race,

Go and find a warm space.

Do you have the Ap yet?

Can you have a nap yet?

What is streaming?

Don’t understand the meaning,

Who is Siri, and who the hells Alexa?

You can have it all if you pay that little extra.

Don’t want an iphone,

Rather have a jam scone.

What the hells a down load anyway,

Is that how they fill your pillow today?

What is bubble tea?

Sounds like froth to me,

Burger with a brioche,

What a load  a tosh!

Don’t want this modern living,

It’s not at all forgiving,

Don’t want to make a fuss,

But it’s no good for the likes of us.

We don’t want a pod cast,

We don’t want to be harassed,

You can keep your bank card,

I like my cash to be hard.

Dress well, fight well,

Don’t fall for the hard sell.

Stand straight, walk tall,

Though your backs against the wall.

Don’t let them be condescending,

When your tech needs it a mending.

ALL WORDS BY MEADOWHEAD BARD.