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.

Gone are the days of buying, and we’ve put off mending till tomorrow, while you count your fine salaries and mind your pernicious perks. We pray for fine weather so the wet doesn’t come through the holes in our shoes. Jack’s wearing Kathleen’s hand-me-downs and Kath’s wearing Sean’s, while you increase your expenses and pay your advisers more and more. We are burdened by yesterday’s bills today and daren’t think of tomorrows, while you heap more on our backs.

We know all about cutbacks, it’s cutthroat out there, but when pinch comes to shove, you feather your nest, while we starve and freeze. All men are meant to be equal, but we know some are more equal than others.

Oh for a government that will say what it means and means — to do — what it says.

Kevin T Finn

Mitchelstown

Co Cork