I’m posting this blog whilst on holiday, a well earned break, after being debilitated by my burn injuries. We are on a campsite with internet near Lyme Regis Dorset, after two weeks in the new forest without. Technology and greed did manage to spoil a few days for us, The broadband company we had just signed up to before we left tried to bill us again for what we had already paid, our credit card card company threatened us with the end of the world because we missed the bill that we think arrived just after we left, and my doctor has been texting me to talk about my blood pressure. Is there no escape ?

I wish I’d learned, that this world is debase and corrupt, morally, socially, financially, and ecologically. I was duped, just like almost everyone else. I am just glad now that I am one of the lucky few that has seen the light. My only regret is that I have to carry this massive burden of regret that I didn’t have my eyes open earlier.

So first, something relevant to the prompt, from my back catalogue that’s been posted before. Then something new about the recent debacles.

Waisted Youth.

I’m just a kid, doing what kids always did, play with toys, and bang a saucepan lid, I’m just a kid.

I’m just a youth, neither brash nor aloof, but a great desire to find the truth, I’m just a youth.

I’m a young man, I work and don’t have time to plan, don’t belong to any group or clan, I’m a young man.

I’m married now, I try to find my way somehow, for the rich just another cash cow, I’m married now.

I’m middle aged, I’m now beginning to get enraged, what can I do I’m at this stage, I’m middle aged.

I’m older and wise, peoples greed comes as no surprise, violence is on the rise, I’m old and wise.

Im an old man, I’m going to do just what I can, to make the world understand, we’re all bound for shadowland.

Holiday Nuisance.

I’m on holiday please leave me alone, I keep telling you all I don’t want a phone.

So I get an e-mail for broadband, saying I have to pay, I borrow my wife’s phone, a mistake was made, is all they can say.

Then a text on my wife’s phone, from our credit card company, Saying we owe them, for what we have no memory.

It’s late Saturday now and too late to ring, It’s ruined our weekend now, that is the thing.

So mister credit card man, and broadband man too, I just can’t wait for you to request a review.

I’m going to tell everyone you’re all such a farce, you can take all your bills and shove them up your shredder !

I’m so sorry, I couldn’t find a rhyme for farce, promise I’ll try harder next time.

All words Meadowhead Bard.