Open Poetry #30 |
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I'm a little man In a little room Trying to count the score No, no monk in deep thoughts I'm just trying to like the room My worry is they'll find me Toast against the fire A little old man with nothing A little old man snuffling A little old man on poverty And when they finished mocking They put me in a stocking And deliver me to Gas Bill unpaid Gas mislaid Only a geezer for stuffing |
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I don't quite understand "gas" but I believe I realize most of the rest of this. |
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One word sounds like a boiler. Another was the gas meter was a machine you pumped coins into. Gas was devolved from coal then natural gas. Small bedsits where people survived were rented rooms. A gas meter was fairly obviously where your cooking, heating and life came from with a meter that was designed for you to pump money into. In earlier days we had Rachman, and nationalised industries then Blair and Brown. Dave |
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