I Pray They Prey

Sitting here five in the morning
Can’t sleep want to weep
Feeling six feet lower than shark shit
What have I done to deserve this?
Is fate simply taking the piss?
 
Income slashed in half
Are the gods having a laugh?
Tennant left unpaid rent
In anticipation already spent
Must stop whining and start shining
Need action for some pocket lining

New Year new idea says the cliché
Well seduce my ancient footwear! (Fuck my old boots!)
Con men write their crap so trite
Make a million over night
Only two hundred pounds to pay
You’ll be in clover worries over
Only three copies left they say! (Bollocks!)
Send for it like yesterday! Yeah?
 
The horse racing system that just can’t fail
Where before have I heard that tale?
Based on “insider information” (Oh Per-leese!)
Causes me naught but con-sternation
Don’t think so Joe
Up yer kilt and away ye go

Why is it when best efforts fail
And you just want to sit and wail
These bastards write or send email
Making you feel worse want to curse
30 day money back guarantee
If I agree

Will you return the stake money lost?
And the emotional cost?
No way Jose

They don’t care if I starve to death
There are plenty of other suckers left
Ensconced safely behind electronic gates
Of their triple glazed mansions
Planning the next operative expansions
These conmen couldn’t care less
About the waifs wallowing in the wilderness