Feeling the pinch as fat cats keep getting fatter

We squeeze our tea bag not once, but thrice, and we rinse our milk bottle into the jug, not the sink, while you throw billions at belligerent bondholders.

We scrape our plate back into the pot, instead of the bin; we wrap our leftovers and keep them for tomorrow, while you throw billions at belligerent bankers.

We’ve turned down the heating a degree or two, or even three; we wash in cold water not hot sudsy flow, while you waste millions on pet projects and systems that never would work.