On my eightieth birthday I'll spend all my money
On a full size jar of manuka honey
My taxes all go to warring nations
I could be cruising, or at train stations
You wonder why I'm getting impatient
Why this panic buying? What do I want?
From postwar rations to cheap fast fashions?
Savings scarily shrink with inflation!
Last night I dreamed of a weeping willow
And a swing where we hidden children play
A butter-size gold block under my pillow
In the light of day it melted away
When I am tired of endless clothes washing
I've got the year planned for spending a grand
I'll spend hours searching, for just ten dollars
Splurge on pairs of removable collars
all my life I saved for a rainy dayy
Now sunny days have gone too far away
I grain and say what others dare not say
That every day's a bloody rainy day
I dream of birthday one hundred and three
The king's birthday card saved addressed to me
But I have not yet reached seventy nine
That's why I buy on discount all the time.
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