Fat Cat Blues
There’s been an eruption,
Of financial corruption,
Clearly and openly seen,
In the battle against Covid 19,
The Test and Trace,
Has become a disgrace,
Unable to find those infected,
And keep them protected,
But no qualms,
In opening their palms,
Lateral flow tests,
Are needed as Covid never rests,
They are unwanted guests,
Never leaving like party pests,
Or a drunk without beer,
Or an addict without gear,
People stand and peer,
After a never-ending year,
They’ve created a great fear,
Can’t touch, just leer,
The quick result test,
Sent out without request,
To many millions,
Could have been zillions,
But in the event,
Only fourteen per cent,
Had the fervent intent,
That the result was sent,
And in plain English it meant,
That consultants and agency staff,
Could count the pounds and laugh,
This old-fashioned charade,
Left people betrayed,
And very afraid,
Knowing the final price to be paid,
Would be in a body bag neatly laid,
Awaiting collection, in silence they prayed,
© Michael Gold 2021