So You Think You Have Troubles Poem by Reginald Reid

I GOT THIS LETTER

I got this letter in the post,
The kind we fear and dread the most.
Pay up or we'll come to close you down.
My forehead went to furrows.
I'm not the kind who normally borrows,
But at the time I really needed help.

Right now I just don't have the readies.
Times of late have been unsteady.
What with droughts and floods and fires and The GFC
Stock market prices have all bottomed.
The good times are forgotten,
And live exports had to stop was the decree.

So I sat down to reply.
It wasn't easy I won't deny.,
But I put it to them as best I could.
I'm a simple working fella,
Gentle, and I really wouldn't harm ya,
But you're sitting just where I'm about to shoot.

Surely you've got bigger fish to fry.
I'd really like to just know why
You're so keen to bail out all the Greeks
And those others, wobbling poised to fall.
Ireland, Spain and Portugal.
Just as suspect at this time as speculation climbs.

And it's billions you're willing to lend to them!

Can't you see I've got my own troubles?
With the bursting land sale bubbles
And the cost of living going through the roof.
Now because of global warming
New carbon taxes are just forming
To make us use much less than we already do.

The Greens control The Senate.
I'm depressed as Geoffrey Kennett,
Because their new agenda will be there for many years.
There's a problem on our borders,
Boats arrive unwanted on the waters
With refugees aboard for us to give relief.

What with mining taxes and inflation,
Interest rates in fluctuation,
The pressure's on as prices rise.
Despite the special deals and sales,
When you're broke and feeling frail,
There's no way to overcome the rising tide.

I've paid my yearly taxes,
Saved the trees not printing emails and even faxes.
But we're told it's not enough to save the world.
Cut your power usage, stop polluting, compost, reduce wastage!
While the cost of living goes stratospheric in the new age.
But to help the country we're asked to spend some more.

The dollar's fluctuating.
My daughter's fond of mating.
And now some bloke has got her in the club.
My wife left with the builder.
With promises he thrilled her,
But she still wants half of everything and all the house.

The dog's down at the vet
That'll cost a bundle you can bet.
It costs a fortune to feed him anyway.
And you say you'll make trouble
If I burst your finance bubble.
Well you can come and take the lot today!