National Insurance

Mike Bell/ March 26, 2016/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

I have an investment,
Over forty-ish years,
Remitted regularly,
But now in arrears:

My faith in its future,
Is running short,
Reducing returns,
In its latest report:

Belief in its trustees,
Is gnawed by the truth,
There’ll be no dividend;
Paid benefit, traduced.