The fire is being selfish with its heat
my shoes are off
trying to warm my feet.
Another cold winters night
as I sit here alone by candlelight.
Electricity bill remains unpaid
as I await the bailiffs raid.
His knock will soon be upon my door
another man who’s poor.
Is it my fault that I cannot pay
and that the banker
has the final say.
I wait here afraid to nap
with a gun
cocked and loaded on my lap.