Musings on a PPI phone call….

I did what they told me I followed the rules
 I kept to myself and worked hard at school
 I never asked much, back for my life
 So Where’s the returns on my sacrifice?
  
 Back Pain and Bills, Long Hours and Addiction
 Break-ups, Exhaustion, Bailiffs, Eviction 
 What am I working for where’s my Reward?
 I’m still waiting, fifty and poor
  
 I get home at night tired and cross
 Underpaid by a Mean Pervy Boss
 The terms were unwritten, non-specific and vague
 Just tow the line and never complain
  
 “Why did he leave you and get someone new?
 Yer kids need a father, What did you do?”
 Where is this God? To forgive my Sin?
 Whenever I knock he’s never in
  
 I’ve not been missold a mortgage or loan
 But I’m tired and weak and worked to the bone
 The truth seems to be sir, I’m sorry to say
 That I have been conned in a much bigger way
  
 Have it all back I want a refund instead
 I was too young to choose, I was misled
 Naive and gullible - I was too kind
 They took advantage, I’ve changed my mind
  
 Take back the house – it was never mine
 It belonged to the Bank and they bled me dry
 Have the car too I could never afford it
 Let alone park it, tax or insure it
  
 Take the stuff from my drawers, the knick knacks and shoes
 Actually fuck it, take the drawers too
 No I wasn’t sold PPI but it seems
 That I’ve been missold a false bloody dream