Before I start my intro for today’s post, If a billionaire (Worth just one billion) is fine three million Dollars that is 0.3% of their wealth. Thats 30 cents out of a hundred Dollars.
A certain Mark Zuckerberg has an estimated net worth of 225 billion Dollars.
I have a job being a pensioner. It’s a very difficult job, as we older folk do not have the innate capability of coping with tech that younger folk have. Being a wrinkly rebel makes it even harder, as I have a message I want to get out there, and it seems the only way is via social media, which to me is a last resort. I tried the blog, luke warm result, I got my book printed, the words dead horse and flogging spring to mind. So I need to capture a young person to show me the intricacies of the black arts.
Still not in creative mood, so here’s a fitting repeat.
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,
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,
We like our 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 Meadowhead Bard, O.A.P Blues inspired by Bob Dylan’s Subterranean Homesick Blues.

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