Poem: Money worries
There's something that I'd like to know because when I go out If I forget my credit card it seems I can buy nowt
Look I've got loads of money at least that's what I thought But no-one seems to want it So nothing can be bought
The shop assistant knows me well and sadly shakes his head Unless you've got your plastic I can't even sell you bread You think that moneys virus free looking so pristine Untouched by any hands cept yours straight from the cash machine
So sorry sir home you go and come back with a card Or else please try and to shop online it really isn't that hard For note and coins are so unsafe and definitely unclean Because we know that virus spreads everywhere unseen
Now I'm not being paranoid I've always done what's right Kept my distance worn a mask sprayed everything in sight Yet covid has it done for me who hates to bank online Im scared that going digital will take away what's mine
With cash as king I know what's what and buy what's on my list If it requires credit using plastic is at risk For I don't know who's behind me when I'm queuing at the till Someone who might clone my card or cough and makes me ill
Now these covid regulations tell me what I can or can't Or how and why and where and when I should But to take away my freedom to spend money if I choose Well if there's a future it's not looking good Scott Andrews, Ryhope
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