We used to pay less not more,
For twelve items in our store.
There used to be twelve penny's,
Not ten or am I going
Round the bend.

Twelve packets of this and that,
Now only ten for money spent.
A kings ransom to buy a house,
Not enough to feed a mouse.

Let alone to pay the rent,
Or even a slice of bread.
Wish we had a debtors jail,
At least we would have.
A roof over our heads.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-03-27 at 00:42

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Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
The poet Robert Graves (1895-1985) called it Dismalisation. Good poem!