What a fantastic story! How terrible it was to be poor in the Victorian Era. Dickens was a humanitarian and saw first hand the poverty in the streets of London. The starving urchins trying to steal an apple or a handkerchief. The void between the rich and the poor. This story, like Oliver Twist in my opinion is a masterpiece. The musicals are just, brilliant. 👍🐯 Christmas is coming, we know its near Evenings are darker, the cold weather is here Will there be snow? The sky is white Or have they been Chem- Trailing? All through the night? Corporations love it! Consume, buy, consume, buy Temptation, pretty colours, prices way too high We know we can't afford it, so credit cards we use When ones child is surrounded by all these things, how could one refuse? More and more credit, people just don't see It's all a lure, to take your hard earned money! The bank is in the red, cards no credit left Spending money we have not got, it is all akin to theft When the party is over, it is a New Year Reality hits home, and many are filled with fear All the booze has gone, the cakes and turkey too Everything purchased, has been used or consumed Not a pot to piss in, just a huge vacuum Hung over, depressed, lots of work to do, back to the mundane Was it ever worth it? We all must be insane Not the CEO's though, happy they are Their bank accounts are bursting, and probably have a new expensive car The rest of us sadly, continue as before A working persons life, is really a chore Up early, commute, and work all bloody day Obey a boss, yes sir no sir, everything is OK Repeat it day in day out, for a pittance of pay Repetition, repetition, its like Ground Hog Day We pay our taxes, National Insurance too, Why? Yet when we need benefits, or an operation, no matter how we try We never tick their boxes, computer says no! One is talking to a human but, they never show Any compassion, empathy or emotion, no semblance of care They are only doing their job, and the box has no tick in there One does not tick the box, one has no chance No matter whatsoever, one's circ*mstance Computer says no, the Beast see's no profit, even though one's contributions were paid in That's the Corporations, corpses, bleeding us dry, we are drowning NHS has no money, it is failing fast, what a damn cheek! No money in the NHS yet, footballers earn £250,000 a week! A crazy world we live in, it's all inverted and upside down Could have had a crazy woman as US president but, ended up with a Clown All these Elites are crazy, and not there for us When the sh*t hits the fan, we will be under the bus
These people are all part of a secret clique
And we are not invited, as we are weak
We work through the Week Days
Like in a field, a sheep, that never strays
And come the Weekend, we are weakened, and need a rest
Sunday is the sabbath, relax, cos' Mon one is needed to be at their best
For one has to pay their taxes, their debts too
It's a never ending cycle, insane, loopy loo
Perpetual debt, slavery, stocks and bonds, assets frozen and Banksters
Liquidation, cash flow, currency, CEO's are Wankers
Most of one's earnings taken, and sucked in by the Beast
We will eat budget foods while CEO's feast
Money is our bondage, this paper we crave, we are simply debt Slaves
Maritime Law, Piracy Of The High Seas, and Britannia Rules The Waves🐯👍
By Leo.
Remember this one growing up? Nostalgia...
Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat
Please put a penny in the old mans hat
If you have not a penny, a halfpenny will do
If have you not a halfpenny, then God bless you
A pleasant nursery rhyme🐯👍
Or
Christmas is coming, the rich are getting fat
Devoured everything, and that is that
Taken all the money, everything else too
And absolutely nothing left, for me and you🐯👍
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Let's enjoy our festivities and forget about the rich and their ilk
Let them wear their designer clothes and enjoy their sheets of silk
Let indulge on the meat, puddings, port, whiskey and wine
Choke on the gristle, whilst they dine
Let them smoke their cigars, eat all the candy and nuts
Fill their veins with cholesterol and burst their guts
Fatten their bellies, and pickle their liver
Just that thought, gets me all of a quiver
So here is a greeting, with joy and cheer
As we welcome in, another New Year🐯👍
Merry Christmas to everybody on Goodreads, happy holidays. 👍🐯
Happy New Year!🐯👍🐯👍
So Christmas is over, for another year
It has been a good 2017 on Goodreads, all cheer!
Many new authors, and books galore
For all tastes and ages, all what readers adore
Let's start 2018 with a new story, leave 2017 behind
Let's not forget the books we read though, we have expanded the mind. 🐯👍
Are the authorities any better now? Back then people knew their place. Now not so much. I have had experiences with these, authorities. Here is a little rant:
How does one deal with a neighbour from hell?
Email the council, wait for them to give one a bell
And wait, and wait, and wait some more
But the call does not come, so try once more
Has to be email, for recorded message, and number to press
The option one requires is not available, what a complete mess
This system, automated, no reason or rhyme
Just go around in circles, all the bloody time
Nothing ever gets done, this system, this beast
No empathy, no concern, not in the least
All one gets is nonsense eventually, when they call
We are all just a number, this system is so cruel
A case spanning ten years, and still no hope
The authorities do nothing, and I just cannot cope
The neighbour's behavior escalates, yet nobody will intervene
Since the day he moved in, it is all it has ever been
Hoarding rubbish, rats, mice, and flies
Calling the Police on us, and telling them lies
His deviant behavior, his antics, disgusting to see
Leaning up against my front door, and having a pee
All over the cat flap, sodden and wet
Contaminating, Archimedes, my beautiful pet!
My neighbour is vindictive, cunning, never sleeps
Stands naked in his window, and gives my girl the creeps
This man, this creep, who has ruined our lives, such pain
I have had numerous breakdowns, he is making me insane
Yet still, nothing, nothing is done, we are stunned
He goes about his life, yet we are shunned
What is this system? We mean nothing, only he
And we have ploughed everything we have, into our property
Bought it from the council fifteen years ago
Since that time, neighbours, to and fro
We have had drunkards, criminals, drug addicts, and now this
We feel the council took our money, now they are taking the piss!
Another neighbour complained, saw him warts and all
As she was walking with her child, towards the school
One hundred yards from our front door
And he plays up downstairs, p*rn, Hardcore!
We hear it frequently, and the authorities were told
Dating back years, yet we are left out in the cold
Finally this man has been arrested, the neighbour called the law, such luck
Yet we have been telling them this for years, OMG! WTF!
So they took him away, and it put us at ease, he has gone the creep
Maybe tonight, we will finally get some good earned sleep
However, to our dismay, the Police brought him back, he is downstairs now
I have this horrible feeling, something is not right somehow
This man clearly needs supervision, yet here he is
My brain is all scatty, I am all in a tiz
I don't quite get, what the hell is going on
How we have to put up with this phenomenon
He called the Police on us for apparently bullying him, for our concerns for his welfare
And at midnight that same day, we had quite a scare
Two police officers banging on our door, in the late night
No concern for our welfare, gave us quite a fright
Enter our property, cos' he feels victimized, OMG!
We have had this for a decade, yet get woken by PC Plod
So this is one of many issues causing my soul to break
My girl has enough to deal with, for goodness sake
Having to deal with this, being flashed as she leaves for work in the morning, it is wrong
Stepping over rubbish bags, and him leering, his stench, his pong
He does not wash, or clean, or tidy, or care
About his appearance, or when people stare
He seems to like it, an audience, the Police know
Yet they still have not spoken to us, no show
I really am at the end of my tether, this is too much to take
I am sitting here in my lounge, on edge, wide awake
This is when my brain cells are on fire, I suppose
When I am empty, and forlorn, I pen my prose
The words they flow, like a river racing
Like a cheetah, on the hunt, pacing
My head feels like it is going to blow
So I suppress it, this feeling of sorrow
It is a crazy world, in which we live
Nobody ever, ever, seems to give
An ounce of compassion, no feeling, no heart
A system that is totally falling apart
It is time we woke up and realised thus
That the authorities are simply, not there for us
Nobody cares, about you, or about me
Only what the celebrities, are doing on TV
Which team won the weekend? Who scored? Which player? OMG!
I am still smarting about PC Plod!
All is quiet at present, hope it stays that way, still
My girl gets up at six, and walking by his front door makes her feel ill
My girl will sleep alone tonight, my insomnia is back, I am wired, it will seem
So I will sit here, silent, hoping for a snooze, and welcome a dream👍🐯
By Leo
I wonder what Dickens would make of the Rich Quarter in London today. The mind boggles.
