This is based upon what happonde to some who live and died. Up the road from me. This story/poem , is a combination of simula story's in the U K, press.
His bills paid each month ,
With out fail , never missed ,
Taken out of his bank account ,
Then suddenly his account would not ,
Could not comply ,
For it were empty , his back account that is ,
Local council came banging , on his door ,
Then the power supply , gas and electricity ,
Came a banging , hammering , leaving a note ,
''Next time we come we're the police '' ,
''You are warned '', '' oh , yes have a nice day'' ,
The water company came around ,
And cut of his water supply , from the street ,
Time came and went , week by week month in month out ,
Year after year ,
Autumns , Winters , Springs , Summer , came and went ,
Till one day the debt collecting agency's , with the police called ,
Got no answer , and broke the front door down ,
Too find a bag of bones , sat grinning , sightless accusing eyes ,
From an armchair , in front of a television ,
It were estimated that he'd been dead four years at least ,
His abode were isolated , so the stench of his rotten body no one noticed ,
Saw no bloated blue bottle fly's at the windows ,
His son was informed , the son sold his father bungalow ,
And put the profit in to his bank account , and got on with his life
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Poet
Needles to say the bills never got paid ,
Poetry by ken d williams
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DIED FOUR YEARS BEFORE
No one know he'd died ,His bills paid each month ,
With out fail , never missed ,
Taken out of his bank account ,
Then suddenly his account would not ,
Could not comply ,
For it were empty , his back account that is ,
Local council came banging , on his door ,
Then the power supply , gas and electricity ,
Came a banging , hammering , leaving a note ,
''Next time we come we're the police '' ,
''You are warned '', '' oh , yes have a nice day'' ,
The water company came around ,
And cut of his water supply , from the street ,
Time came and went , week by week month in month out ,
Year after year ,
Autumns , Winters , Springs , Summer , came and went ,
Till one day the debt collecting agency's , with the police called ,
Got no answer , and broke the front door down ,
Too find a bag of bones , sat grinning , sightless accusing eyes ,
From an armchair , in front of a television ,
It were estimated that he'd been dead four years at least ,
His abode were isolated , so the stench of his rotten body no one noticed ,
Saw no bloated blue bottle fly's at the windows ,
His son was informed , the son sold his father bungalow ,
And put the profit in to his bank account , and got on with his life
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Poet
Needles to say the bills never got paid ,
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 482 times
Written on 2011-12-14 at 21:47
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