In grey London in the middle of June

In grey London in the middle of June
I sit in my own mess
All the rain, fog, and floods
Equal only to our bitterness
A privately owned company took all this water
Leaving the rest of us dry

Our bills go up for their bonuses
While our lives hang on threads
No work for me and all the shops are closed
Public morale in shreds

I go back home to my overpriced room
I sit in my own head
In grey London in the middle of June

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