Nothing Is Free Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

As the title reads.
Nothing is free.
The house in which you reside.
Have to pay a tax for services that are not seen.
Tax your old car so that you be green.
Cannot go on a cheap holiday for the fuel surcharges.
Might as well live on canal barges.
I cannot afford to breathe.
I am squeezed to death.
By a government keen to fritter my wages.
On schemes so useless to me.
Might as well burn it and blow out the flames.
Yet ministers are allowed ro claim 'expenses' for their homes.
Homeowners are know charging rent from their gnomes.
Just to make ends meet.
Like walking on a tightrope.
Trying to balance daily living.
Nothing is no longer free to me.

I Siddqi 12.07.08