The Housing Crisis

The housing crisis 

Is ferocious and real

But unless you’re caught in it

You cannot even slightly grasp this evil!

Exorbitant rents 

That devour at least a third of your wage

Or if you’re on benefits

You’re compressed into a cage

Where landlords refuse

To accept DSS

So if you’ve no guarantor 

You’re in a treacherous mess

Legally they cannot

Discriminate

But who enforces that law?

As their greed refuses to abate?

Social housing

Almost extinct

Even with gold status 

You’re sentenced to an interminable stint

Thrown into 

A scummy Travelodge

Then forgotten about

Where you rot in drudge 

With no cooking facilities

Or laundry room

No WiFi

On a service station!!!!

At a motorway junction

In the back of beyond

Surviving on junk food

It’s outrageously wrong!!!

I’ve been homeless 

For over a year

Waiting to be allocated

A flat – I despair

So I took an abode 

In the private sector

Forced myself into full time work 

A poisoned sceptre

It didn’t pan out

They were bigoted snobs 

I wound up in hospital

And quit the wretched job

Meaning I could no longer

Afford my home

A £400 pcm deficit

In my welfare income

It’s driving me to drink

To depression and shame

Destitute, displaced

A gypsy again

The council screwed up

My DHP

Mounting debt ensues 

As I fail to make ends meet 

They won’t cover my rent

But I cannot afford to stay

But if I leave

To my utter dismay

I’ll be struck off 

The waiting list

For a housing association home

• can you see why I’m PISSED?!?!

What the F*CK am I to do?

WHERE CAN I LIVE??????????

The littlest hobo

A fugitive!!!!

I’ve roped in my MP

Who’s trying her best

And the CAB

Yet there’s a noose around my neck

The pressure is killing me

I need my own place!!!!

I want to live alone!!!!

I’m middle aged for Christ sakes!!!

I cannot abide 

Living with a parent

However sweet and fluffy

This situation I resent!!!

I’m ENTITLED to be rehoused

I’ve sweated blood and tears

Endured abuse and trauma

To achieve gold status

And now the inept 

Jobsworths want to strip me

Of my birthright

And commit me

To moving back in 

With my mum

Or sending me back

To the service station

What an utter

Miscarriage of justice

• such is the state of affairs

In this bastard housing crisis.