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Tax payer's lament.

Poetry By: Desilu
Poetry


mourning the loss of local services.


Submitted:Jun 8, 2012    Reads: 15    Comments: 6    Likes: 3   


They're closing down our library,

Which hit us rather hard.

And now the poor old bin man

Can't come across the yard.

The bins have to be located

Far outside the gate.

Which means getting up at 6a.m.

When we'd rather sleep until 8.

We now must file our rubbish

Into multicoloured bins

Glass must be separate from papers

And never put with tins.

They're cutting all the services

-They've even cut the bus.

What are they doing with our money

-Cos they're not spending it on US!





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